Poem I wrote for: Sureshot the Assassin

When you take a man and ruin him

Then blood will blot the sun

You beat him whip him torture him

Then blood will blot the sun

You try to break his spirit within

Then blood will blot the sun

Betray him though he be your kin

Then blood will blot the sun

Toss him in the lions den

Then blood will blot the sun

Laugh and spit with an evil grin

Then blood will blot the sun

Break his heart and pour in sin

Then blood will blot the sun

Make the man an assassin

Then blood will blot the sun

Beware of his retribution

Then blood will blot the sun

His arrows will pierce your skin

Then blood will blot the sun