In my eyes
Bad I stood
In the skies
Glad I moved
In the water
Good I would slaughter
On the ground
With my father
In his eyes
Stars shined
In his fights
Never was he blind
He was a prime
He is a legend
In his time
Was a dead end
He was a warlord
Set on fire
Each day bored
Yet he never did tire
Two leaders
Two factions
On believer
On action
The Deceptions
Proud they stood
The autobots
Pray they would
Which would I chose?
Good Or bad
I felt the clues
In my hand
What was my fate?
Is this my time?
Did I do great?
Was I blind?
Did I chose my side?
