Maybe one day the
Masterpiece will be complete and they will no longer slave,
Murdering their hands. Their fingers will
Mend and they will
Move on from the
Malevolence they once had in their hearts.
Mighty and strong they will be without their hearts in place.
Molded they will be from the choices they have
Made.
May their feet take them places they haven't seen. They will
Move mountains and dig valleys.
May they be feared for their kind hearts and quiet spirits.
Malice enslaves those who fail, turning
Man into
Monsters, creatures unfit to see the light.
Making them do things they've never dare do. In the end, Monsters will create
More of their kind.
Man will forever be a slave to the
Monster
