The last fight...

The clock of darkness rings, announcing another round, and again she knocks me out.
What is wrong with her?
I told her so many times that I was right, but she only listens to the voices of untruth, those false-tongues that managed to slide through.
I can't stand her one more time,
I look at the eternal clock of the lord himself, and a smile starts to build on my face.
The clock rings once again, announcing the final round.
But this time I won't be weak or defeated.
This time I won't get hurt.
This time it won't be ME!
The lord himself came out from underneath the Earth, awaken from a long sleep, leaving a burned trail as his Reign begins.
Fear him!
Because he will be the one that will give me the strength to sign your death!
Don't worry, you'll suffer a long, painful death, reserved for those who try to be on the wrong side of the path, by hurting his most loyal servants!

*this is a poem about one of my teachers...hate her so much!*