SEBASTIAN

SEBASTIAN the slayer

He came without a soul.
Shadows of death shown through his eyes.
His skin painted in victim’s blood, and
He wore the clothes of darken skies.

Along his hip, he carries a sword of doom,
And on his belt, he adorns with
shrunken heads.
He is neither human, nor monster, nor dead Sent to destroy the human population.

You cannot call him alien or android, nor a
Demon or a god,
He’s merely the character he absorbs.

He does not come from a distance planet,
But from the future, this human race he will annihilate.
.

Be weary, those who cross his path,
By the swing of his sword your head will roll.
From the breath of his lip your skin will burn.

Feelings or emotions, he has none.
Sent only by his master to destroy us all.
One by one from oldest to youngest to the weakest
Of them all, he will rip out that small sane part,
and call his master, when his job is done.

With humanoids he will replace
To control those he has disgraced and replace their minds
With thoughts of empty space.

In line they stand, and one by one they wait
To have their brain replace by a mechanical device,
They can’t not speak or scream or protest,
For now they are in subjugated.

For thousand of years, they roam this desolated earth.
They dig, they break and eat the soil, these now in
Slave mechanical controlled human
Freaks.