Thunder roars, lightning cracks
Like the sound, of a baseball bat
People run and people flee
While one man laughs with glee
Dressed in black, with cape and sword
He kills without a single word
No thought or expression cross his face
He lives only to wrec havoc on this place
All the Earth, shouts in hear
As he draws ever near
Reckless and wild, the bullets fly
Screaming and whistling, they race by
He doesn't dodge, he doesn't move
Just basks in glory, of his bloody hue
With a last breath, he finally speaks
"Life is only for the weak."