One of his hearts

Is always breaking

The other burns with rage

For the ones

He couldn't save

Beating a murderous rhythm

When the time comes to kill

It is the calm

A leading band of clouds


In the heart of

The Oncoming Storm

Pity wells within

Even for those

Beyond mercy

No second chances

That sort of man

Human emotions

Alien manner

Lonely and lost

Last of his kind

Left alone

By all his friends



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