☠THE TRUE EVIL IN GAMING☠

The weight has been lifted
I buried the knife
Here comes the elephant carried by mice
Here to marry the mic
The one tusk cut dipped in blood
Now dare me to write
Watch a murder of crows
Turn into a pack of wolves
And prowl the streets for the feast they owe
Fat sacks and a stack of gold
Get blown and turn back to crows
I hear evil I see evil, but I speak needle
Full of medicine for all of these dead people
Sight beyond sight
Carry the eyes of a dead eagle treaded in the twilight
Leather bag of bones browns when the sun is shown
Ten fingers that have touched the globe
Ten toes to the dusty road
One skull made of bone 'bout to touch the throne