Last Man Standing
The Last of a line of Super Soldiers stands defiant in the final hours, facing down a horde of unfathomable horrors for what's left of his post-apocalyptic world.
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A whole new poison
fills my tired veins.
Surrendered my choice
for a world,
free from pain
Broken fore the new horizon
losing sight of the world I know!
Witnessing a dark world rising
spiraling, beyond control.
Sirens, in the wasteland, walking
phantoms in the fog approach!
whispering, a dead world talking
mocking the screams,
upon which we choke.
No more
No more
NO MORE!
Defy!
Resolute, I’m a broken flame
burning hot in a brutal age!
Breeding blood with a metal fist
Deified by infernal rage!
Open wide, the Hellgates beckoning
Locked and loaded
I’m a one-man reckoning
Mumbling Hordes and maniacal lords
A dead land, on its last man
Waiting for the last blow to be scored!
Defy!
Still standing, a forsaken man
Burning black in his carnal craze
Become what the blood has chosen
Rise again at the end of days!
This wretched poison twists,
A serpent in my veins
The stark defiance, it assists
Can’t rekindle
what remains
Sacrifice for the low ones hiding
holding out for one last hope
hiding as these world’s colliding
A monster roams, our broken home
Sirens, in the wasteland, walking
Carrying the last world’s ghosts
Whispering in old tongue’s mocking
The things we miss
The very most.
No more
No more
NO MORE!
Defy!
Resolute, I’m a broken flame
burning hot in a brutal age!
Breeding blood with a metal fist
Deified by infernal rage!
Open wide, the Hellgates beckoning
Locked and loaded
I’m a one-man reckoning
Mumbling Hordes and maniacal lords
A dead land, on its last man
Waiting for the last blow to be scored!
Defy!
Still standing, a forsaken man
Burning black in his carnal craze
Become what the blood has chosen
Rise again at the end of days!
Taken once again from my haven
to stand stalwart in the grey!
This dead world may be forsaken
But I’ve still got lives yet left to save!
If they doubt my strength well then damn them!
I aim to be the last man standing!
So I’ll defy!
Defy!
Defy!
To those who made me what I am
I offer no forgiveness
To those who seek atonement
I offer only this
A shadow’s promise
When my armour is broken
When my weapons are empty
When the last prayer is spoken
And I can stare down my destiny
I’ll spit in its face!
I’ve taken my place!
I’ve dug my grave!
You made me this way
and there’s gonna be Hell to Pay!
© Steven Mailer 2020
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