A fatal flaw in omniscient design
No grasp of what stands before me yet I know him like a son
This is perfection at it's best
His eyes know no fear and the ultimate truth
A god of war who does not know his purpose
A god of war
A vessel for death
Bred to end the bloodshed
Not bred to be the apocalypse
This pawn from the king of procreation was meant to wipe the board
The last stand from the mightiest of nations has began to self-destruct
His presence is overwhelming
As much as I have feared this day
I have longed for it to come
We must tell him of the fate we desired, And help to make it end
An act of regicide