Doom Blade

(By The Marked One, 088/019)
Time,
right to give in to my
Hate,
This spiteful snake,
warmth in my lungs.
Fear,
No longer I’m crippled,
Death wages.
Power,
Give in to brute strength
Bask in the presence of the Master.
Conquer,
The demons inside
To slay the ones I see.
Fight,
Hold back not even a second,
let doubt be cursed!
Triumph,
Ours at last,
Drink to those who were lost.