Assassination Of Corruption

Your death is alive, you wander in fear.
You can't escape, as I am nearing you.
When I arrive, I'll make it clear.

You can't be acquitted, don't waste your breath.
I assure ,I will give you,
a daemons death;

I'll come from the shadows of you, I'll come from the clouds.
None will come for you, prepare to die.

With a wail,
Your soul will race.
Perhaps the worst thing about loss,
by the very definition of it,
is unable to share pain;
A finalization on you

Without a trace.

A true assassination on god of corruption.