May be there are right, one day, this could prove to be true.
He once hunts the monsters, now he is one of them.
Once born among the human, he rise among the dead
He live in the hope of the coming of a new era
He died without seining it, in a great lake of fire.
The one who he as serves as turn is eye on him
Liar! Everything was a lie! A Life spent for nothing.
Death. A true lie or a false answer. Who care now?
Those who meet him despite him fear him. Misunderstanding
God shall know. God is dead. So everything is possible.
He still there. Rise before the Second Coming. Like a saint.
The ones who uses to do that are long gone, dead.
May be by there bared hand… Or by something worse…
Lurking in the dark… hide among the shadows.
Time shall tell us, in the ends of all days….
