You see your enemie.
Full with hate.
Which you can't wait until you can kill.
His eyes sink into yours as,
You see his motive is kill.
You swish out your weapon clanging and swishing.
Hoping for it to end.
But unfortunetly it wasn't your enemies neck.
That finnaly came to bend.
You fall dead to the ground.
Still full of rage and hate.
But it doesn't look like it matters any more.
At least not at this rate...