22 parts Ongoing The flavor of revenge awaits,
A sweetness they'll regret to taste.
Let's play a game of reality,
Where the unexpected is your fatality.
Run if you dare, but I'll still come;
Your existence, scum, will be undone.
Hide, but you'll only find,
The trail of blood left behind.
Trust will shatter, vanish in time,
Yet death marches, relentless, sublime.
A game reborn with death's cruel art,
Invisible to sight, yet claiming the heart.
Prepare to be deceived; beware,
For the phantom lurks, a shadowed snare.