i got bored about 15 minutes ago and decided to write this. constructive criticism is appreciated, but bear in mind this is not my first writing, just the only one i myself have ever felt satisfied with, and wanted to publish.
tool of fate
i lay alone in this lonely field
body count's risin', there is no yield
surrounded by the sorrow and the pain
hoping to drown in this seemingly neverending rain
everyone i love is gone
victims of a war that has gone on far too long
they were sacrificed to ensure the safety of my destiny
victim's of a manipulative bastard's crazy scheme
everything's fading from my sight
now i can barely see the light
i gasp out my final breath
rushing into the cold embrace of death
i was made to be a weapon
a figurehead for the light
no one cared about me
no one gave me any rights
i was a tool of fate
a scapegoat to the city and the state
i was a pawn
i was a tool for the one who is known as fate
if you remember me when i'm gone
burn my body, and snap my wand
i am no hero, i am nothing great
i am a simple tool of fate