The sun rises
his heart doesn’t even beat
he is that slick.
You can see the furry in his eyes
and how his brain remains in your dies
dying is your only option so you soon will be with God in the skies.
The assassin
is marching
to fulfill
his dirty grill
of blood
sucked by his sword
who he cherish it as his Lord.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
The metaphors are amazing! Love it..
Thank you, really appreciate it