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Bringers of fate
We fight the good fight.
Although our victims believe they are right.
Their subjects lost in the hate.

My mission a success,
My victim paid his toll.
It's strange that they don't confess
To save their very souls.

My next target is in plain sight
Moves must not be late.
I fall, I roll
Pushing my target into a hole.

I can't take the stress
That I've created with this mess.
I just might not
Make it through the night.

Many souls
The rate at which seems,
Impossible, all on the whole
Were the price that we must
Pay because of the Hate.