Biohazard

I sit, looking down on the destruction.
I lay, licking my wounds.
I walk, waiting to kill again.
I spell your doom.

I stand, master of your destiny.
I rule, the kingdoms of the land.
I kill, all you puny creatures.
With my own hand.

I yell, into the vortex.
I scream, at the mad man I've become.
I cry, in remembrance of a woman.
The one I love.

          Morat the Black [CHAOS CT] '93