Dead Monster

This is how the life of Dead Monster would be if he had the life of destruction...

 

They could never give him my own opinions to live

All their lies and help would just turn to s**t

They wanted him to be a child of the marched arms

But what they recieved was nothing but harm

The child they wished they had has now become a monster

This monster would wait for the poor souls to fester

In his make-up and trenchcoat for the fitting funeral

He awaits for the rain to drop upon their dirt

He poisoned the minds of young and helpless

His followers now, are on for chaos and destruction

His terrors would haunt the new generation of misfits

his speeches would kill all countries in differences

He would never change the past to make the world dead

Yet he plans to kill all that is against him instead

His name would be legendary for the causes of death

All waiting for him to rule this rotten world this is

Yet this might be his best way of living

But this was all just a future vision...