Storm
Another body falls before me,
blood pouring out of their gashes,
dead.
These hands are deadly,
a weapon of mass destruction they hold.
No one can defeat me,
all who try,
I will kill.
I am fighting for what is right,
they will all be destroyed.
Silent like the wind,
I will creep up on them.
But with a mighty blow,
they will be swept out of my way.
A great but silent storm,
cannot be seen,
but can strike so suddenly,
so unexpectedly,
I cannot be stopped.