A wish born from despair
A wish to obliterate your life; returning everything to nothing
The sword of destruction
I caste down upon you
My bare hands beg for blood
God like appetite for destruction
These hands see how quickly I put them on you. Better bring back up. I am the one who decides your fate. Weak men. Bow to me.
Feeble and weak. My trenchknife will make you see.
I won't let you stop me