how does it feel to be on the other side of the sword
your supposed prey tormenting you severely
It's what you get.
Your arrogance laced your actions, corrupted your judgment
you thought you were invincible, weak against nothing
how wrong you were
the shadows of your nightmares are materializing
ripping your comrades apart, and painting a picture
of blood on the wall
you are running in fear, its clawing at your emotions,
you fall to your knees, despair over takes you
you're on the other side of a sword
and its painting a picture with your blood on the wall
your supposed prey is feeding on you
and painting a picture with your blood on the wall
Its what you get
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