Death? Been there, Done that. now its time to make the others, Those wrenched cancer cells multiplying in the stagnate petree dish of a city. I know The disease cant be wiped out because the cure may be worse than the Illness. Do I take that chance? Do I use my tools to cut out the foul lump that is eating away as the heart of society? Will my cure work or will it drown its begging victim in blood? Oh and I hear them begging in the night as i walk by the faceless masses begging for relief from the pain, be it a pill, a drink, or something else. I walk by the skyscrapers, the homes of the Metaphorical vampires feeding their fat asses on the blood of these pathetic wanting bloodbags.
"Who am i?" you might ask, Not sure I know the answer to that myself , what I do know is that I am the cure, I'm the new cure, The old cure is Lead and blood, That's part of what I am too but also I'm here with something new, here to make the cancer kill It's self, It will fold in on its own starving belly eating and chewing until it Gags its last breath gulping down its own corrupt mass. None will know Me for none will remain I am The whispering blade. I am the violent burst before eternal silence, I am the hand of vengeance, I am ...
The Red Skull
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