A drop of my blood,
Falls into the ocean,
A million hungry sharks hover…
To bite into the meat.
But where are the ones
That bit into the meat of my soul?
Slowly I am on the road to perdition…
I smile as I walk the last mile,
A green ogre waits for the kill,
For the sharks to tear me apart,
It amuses me, this need for power,
This hungry, menacing desire,
The desire of a man to destroy,
The need to break even…
For what? Why? How?
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