The Cerebral Assassin
It's time to play the game
Are you ready, are you willing?
You try to act undaunted
But you feel your insides chilling
The Assassin knows your weakness
The Assassin knows your name
Step up and stop complaining
It's time to play the game…
He's sharp of whit and harsh of fist
A secret's not kept long
Quick to offend and quick to fight
He's righting all the wrong…
An obtuse little bigot
Has come to claim the throne
He wishes to enhance himself
From title of 'Unknown'
And all have naught to say of this
And the 'Unknown' is 'in'
But not for long, our savior's here:
The Cerebral Assassin
Oblivious to his peril
The little brat stands firm
The Assassin then comes at him
And crushes him like a worm…
I would say the assault was through
But that would be a lie
Cause very like the worm he is
He just refuses to die
The game is still in play, though
But it isn't calming down
Nay, it's getting daunting
The Assassin starts to drown
He's called away to battle
Soon on the same day
He wins, he overcomes them
But now he starts to pray
He's left a foe unvanquished
And, yes, he always wins
But how is he to triumph
When he's so tired within?
Exhausted and tormented
He goes to face the pup
He's down so long we worry
But he's not giving up
His noble brow is bleeding
His limbs won't seem to budge
He stands up, listing badly
As if caught in thickest sludge
He gestures rudely to the ass
That he will not give up
He cannot stand up on his own
It seems he's had enough
But fight he said and fight he does
He very nearly wins
But the other is not failing
And the game goes into spins
Before he knows what's happened
His foe has strength anew
He's no reserves left for this war
He's clueless what to do
His weariness o'ercomes him
His attempts have been derailed
A cry sounds in the darkness
The King of Kings has failed.
