Bad Poetry

Bunch o' arrows stuck in my back

Feel my blood dripping down my neck

They are afraid, tryna make me stop,

But they all know - I don't give up

I walk up slowly, not bothered, unfazed,

They don't know what they're 'bout to face,

I pull my sword and throw the sheath aside,

When I'm done, there won't be any left to hide.

I look them in the eyes, and only see fear

They all and each know that end is near,

They won't put to stop my holy path,

They all will kneel to my divine wrath!

I don't remember the last of times

when I have seen the world outside.

It's just so ruthless, too extreme

I much prefer a slow regime.

No rush, no hurry, I've got time,

I will one day set foot outside.

My good old friend I'll hug and greet

what was his name? I think, it's Greed?

I had some plants, I think from Lust?

but they have withered, far in past.

I've got a letter yet to write,

but it can wait another time.

I close my eyes, I shut the lights,

I've got tomorrow, then I'll thrive.

But eyes stay closed, for far too long,