Master of Pain

Master of words
Skillful with swords
Evil, ripped soul
Heart of stone

Victims hand picked
Then buried alive
Placed out of sight
Yet always at hand

Silence their screams
Quiet their moves
Force them to watch
As you hunt for the next
Unable to save her
Die then one by one

Lifetime of lies
Disguised by your charm
Erecting the target
To cash in the trophies
Of destroyed,
Forever changed lives

Master of Pain

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