Friend, listen and do it good. No matter what you understand , believe I never flinched. Never! Not a blink,not a wince…
The little child I found within the walls of my mess,
It just looked at me dead straight.
I went in just a little closer to offer my company.
The child jerked behind still watching me,
Why are you so afraid of me? I know you are.
What do you mean?
You see the good in everyone and everything!
Of course I was.
But I am here to ask the questions,
Don’t you ever get tired of trying?
I should be angry at you for the thieves you played with!
I am angry child, I am.
Is it you that is weak or it is I?
I am a child, your heart and your forsaken mess. You are not empty but still you forsake this place. I am hungry. I am.
Child,see these marks all over me?
All from the wars you sent me into!
You want to be loved?
Come on child,no more warring.
Be my friend.
I am not sorry for anything. You are the best Warrior! Go back home,go and be King.
Listen here Child,
The games are over!
I will be back with everything I have.
I will clean up this mess.
Then like it or not,
We shall become friends.
See you later,
Remember who has the Power.
Remember who is Master.