YEMX

In the night he toils
In the day he plots
In the shadows he lives
In his wake is onslaught

He is awakened as a beast
His eyes alive with fire
His heart lacking warmth
His actions worthy of pyre

His story is told as myth
His life lived as legend
His path is truth to mission
Anything in his way is threatened

To some he is a nightmare
To others an Angel sent from above
To the departed he is the undertaker
To the saved he is loved

He breathes steam of passion
His blood carries the serum of gods
His objective will be accomplished
He will win at all cost

Who is this foul soul
Who tramples fear with fear
Who does Azrael leave to live
Who holds nothing too dear

Who does satan bow to
Who do gods watch so glorious
Who sheds to the world his blood
Only to inevitably be victorious

He who speaks no proper tongue
He who lives by no normal law
He who fights only by warrior side
He who tramples and overcomes flaw

He is a machine of destruction
Born in 1775
He feeds the grass with blood
To keep his purpose alive

He was born of ash and flame
He became the perfect fighting machine
He was formed by lava and brimstone
He is, The United States Marine!