The wind
will swiftly blow,
The rivers
will violently flow,
The clouds
will turn pitch dark,
followed
with the demented canine's bark.
Lights will
turn off,
You'll hear
a wild laugh.
Window
panes shall crash
on every
lightening slash.
Your
confidence will slowly die,
Your
loneliness will make you cry,
All
attempts of contact would be of no use
when all
hell will break loose.
It's time
to worry, honey
Neither men
can save you nor money
You can see
the rise of my era
my strength
is on its sierra.
My ire
shall bring in so much pain,
that you'll
dreadfully lose as I gain.
The next
time I'll raise my hood,
You'll
know, I am the Game and I am that damn GOOD!!
