Shadow Demon Muerto

by Mark   Aug 13, 2006


The thing to fear is fear itself,
But now Fear is here to help.
Cloud killed the soon be king,
So Cloud shall be killed by a Halo Ring.
I am the aftermath, I am the storm.
I am Armageddon, and you have been warned.
My name is Fear, Death, and Despair,
Forget me, and thy power I will wear.
But, mortal, remember this above all:
Battle me, and you shall defiantly fall.
I live at the End of the World, where Demons and Gods are born.
Sephiroth was not a God, but he could have been lore.
I was born there as well,
From the souls of those who went to neither Heaven nor Hell.
But when Death approached me, saying it was my time,
I thought me being Death had a good rhyme.
Death thought it was a good idea, too.
Cloud, if you hear this, Iâ??m coming after you!
I then spent the next two years climbing up the cliff that was Earth,
And when I was close to the top, Death came and told me that Sephiroth had bin given birth.
I knew that my friend had been brought back to life,
But then Death flew to the top, and I knew what was to happen, like my brain being stabbed with a knife.
I spent the next year training to be ready to be Death,
And now I sleep on the bones of my victims like a bed.
People have tried to go to my home, even when they are told, â??Donâ??t Go.â??
And so now I tell you that, and to remember my name: Shadow Demon Muerto.

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