I estimate you picture leviathans.
Monumental figures that are bigger than measurement.
Other's pause and stand in awe at renders of letters sent.
To dismember jaws and put an end to competitors.
I myself? A gladiator, I'll slash you with blades.
Futuristic plasmic grenades will make an ash of your frame.
I am Death's new driver
I take control of Massacre's reigns.
Even if I wasn't taught to go and splatter your brains
upon a platter or pane.
I laugh at your pain. You weep,
look how little you've suffered
In the corner? Prone position? What a pitiful structure.
I've nothing to prove, I know in my pit that I'm tougher.
But how do I explain my actions when I sit with my mother?
I spit and I mutter, "You carried me through tougher times, but how could you accept without stressing, cause when other's find I've destroyed weak ploys, it leads them all to shudder. I..." she grinned, "I repent, but did you not know that your mother's kind?"
"You'll always be my son, no matter how you splinter spine
flesh, for that all fades 'way, you're made to stay when you enter my nest."
It is cold about, you know how winter might get,
but heroes never change, forever staying in your mindset."
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