I am a follower of Legato
I am a follower of Knaives

Assigned to search for revenge
Sent to kill and avenge

Hatred burns deep inside
Almost as deeply as my pride

I am nothing but a weapon
Nothing but a toy
I feel used and depressed

A decoy for nothing more than life

I'm a mistake for life

Nothing but a betrayed and lonely shell
Living in nothing short of hell

But not as it seems, I befriended a stranger.
All eyes were on him, and fingers pointed to danger

Not as it seems, he was a saint
Exiled and blamed, he killed not a soul
His hands were stained with nothing more than red paint
For his everyday existance, he must pay a toll

His pain throughout life bothered him none
I asked him how every battle he won.

He said to me: "Follow the direct path that you choose."
I answered: "Its not that easy, for I always lose."

Again he repeated: "Follow the path that you choose.


Now I am a follower of my feelings
Now I am a follower of God
I am not as so depressed
And it seem not so odd.
That a saviour like him was sent by an angel of God.