Avenged Infinite Fold
We have enemies like ghosts on diamond threads. Beads of hate caught up in blow back curfew. Waiting to hit us with all they've got. Turn it around, pretend to chase them. Puppets on a string. Walking clichés caught up in our web. Oiling our pistols, charging our grenades, ritualising our witch, psyching up our war dogs. Mirror shatters, smoke wafts, laser light illuminates. Soon it's time for payback. Getting even for each and every misdeed. Ticking them off our list as our nemeses painfully fall. Ourselves a cliché of hate, war, anger, death and terrible intelligence. Who can match us? Not even God. For we are Him. His avenging angels.
Second Shadow
Jimmy Boom Semtex
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