Reapers faction
I don’t know what I’m doing here
Nothing passes It’s all the indifferent
I can change all I wanted to yet the world will stay the same
So what’s the difference in any progressions I’ve made?
Using all time just to escape
Only to find myself back at the gates
Of hell, where I started when I first made the change
Now I’m back to the beginning of this joker’s parade.
Only now I’m not the fool; No part of the charade
Coloring evil a delicate red
Part way from
Always best dressed
Forever prepared to witness the face of death.
Not ment to just sit in limbo but delegate action.