An ocean of crimson, unknown bodies

An ocean of those who are lost

Many mysteries that only he would know

The killer speaks with no remorse

Murderer put them to their worthy end

An everlasting slumber to never wake from

An eternal sleep of their lifeless bodies

The start to the anguish of their futile souls

He is far more wise than them all

He takes grasp of his existence and tries to make something of it

But it is those who do not take the same clasp, which holds him back

Reality is no weakness, and can not make a stand

Life is surreal for his matter and is his strength

For those who do not take grasp to their own existence, he will annihilate

He thinks for those who do not

They do not deserve their place

Only he sees this,

The great murderer of them all

 
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