behind all these, eager of something, a killer deep inside.
Hands made of steel,
heart willing to kill.
Mind and body is it's weapon with a skill of the unknown,
it's fingers ready to break a bone.
The swiftness of its motion, the quick reflexes and strikes so powerful,
not even willing to loose but only a fool.
A knife on the hand could cause disease,
his strikes so critical causing paralysis.
A blow in the head could cause your brain to shake,
no mercy he has even for god’s sake.
Now his angels have been forsaken,
what you see now is the demon that was long hidden.
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on September 2006
heart willing to kill.
Mind and body is it's weapon with a skill of the unknown,
it's fingers ready to break a bone.
He looks at you like a frozen ice,
even his bare hands could slice.
even his bare hands could slice.
The swiftness of its motion, the quick reflexes and strikes so powerful,
not even willing to loose but only a fool.
A knife on the hand could cause disease,
his strikes so critical causing paralysis.
A blow in the head could cause your brain to shake,
no mercy he has even for god’s sake.
Now his angels have been forsaken,
what you see now is the demon that was long hidden.
Moved from my Friendster blog, written on September 2006
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