A/N: Okay, this one completely and utterly goes all over the map. It has a hold on it but there's just way too much stuff behind Allen's job! This is one that I have decided to do (cause I'm evil~). Sorry for the long wait and yadda-yadda. I don't feel like doing an authors note.
Timcanpy: As usual, love your reviews and your undying support!
LonelyKitty:Actually, I was a zombie for Halloween. I'm wearing his outfit at a convention! You always make me feel like some sort of god~! I'm so glad you like everything so much!
Work of a Mad Man
To fight and protect,
Wither and die
Is the job of my work.
As a "faithful one"
Never given a choice,
Born with greatness
Decided at birth.
With deceased
Explosions lighting the sky,
Burning your soul
Voices screaming in my ears.
Drowning your vision
The world shifts,
Becoming blurry
As I cry out.
In maddened furry
"Why do I have to fight?"
It is your job
"I don'e want to die!"
It is your work
"Why me?!"
Because it is you
So many voices,
Mumbled into one
So many doubts,
Forever shunned
So many cries,
Within gurgling throats
And so many die.
Sinking the boat
The room is silent.
Return from work
I speak clear and even.
Disguising the hurt
I look them in the eye,
And you will until they die
And turn away.
As your thoughts rage
My shouts and screams from before...
Are never more
Only in my mind do they speak.
With such seething hate
I hate this job,
That you must work
And I cry and scream.
As you continue to hurt