A Natural Born Killer
Born into hardships, my mentality through life was oblique
Raised under Caesar, I grew up a fighter, mastering techniques
Witnessing my parents slaughtering made freak tendencies peak
Preying on the weak, my fixation in life was to hear the meek shriek
Lived for the grid of teeth; focused on making my killings unique
My tactics were sleek, due to my studies of the ancient greeks
I was raised to bring grief, and leave blood flowing like creeks
Now known as the murder chief, ever since I heard Caesar speak
Taken into Caesar’s home, the right hand next to his throne
Left Caesar’s home, used my right hand to leave enemies thrown
Inflicting damage like cyclones, I tormented unwanted individuals
When Caesar didn’t initiate a kill, animals fulfilled my rituals
We would conquer the world due to my habitual of bloodshed
And if you weren’t up to par, all Caesar said was, “Off with his head”
That’s all it took for me to react and make his neck detach
And watch his body go limp as if suffering from a heart attack
Hearts I attack; laugh at your diminished body, show no remorse
The Mediterranean was a pool of blood like swimming with Moses’ corpse
I was his unstoppable force; he was the father I was desperate for
He relinquished my fathom for blood when I was in need for more
He taught me love is war, a saying that can’t be empathized enough
Because love will put you in a position where war is all that you can trust
I’ll call your bluff, then spit in your face while I slice at your neck
Caesar taught me to ballroom dance through life, I’m always ahead a step
I collect the decapitated skulls of other nation’s leaders and kings
We were on our way, but it’s not over until the fat lady sings
We shared a common hate, for us to be together was fate
Conjugated of the same traits, were we great was the debate
I was known as the killer, he was known for breeding one
I was known by priests and nuns, his presence has been outdone
By my shadow, know he felt as if I was trying to take control
He separated from my soul, and my heart is what he stole
Now he knew what I was capable of, I was out for vengeance
I knew every move he made; I was his very own apprentice
He knew my significance was portentous, and that he hated
The ruthless killer was greater then he was supposed to be created
I felt vacated, arranged a meeting with him to settle the score
First glance I sliced his neck and cried as his body dropped to the floor
He was beheaded; I placed his skull where the others were stored
I gave him one last kiss on the cheek, and said I love you…
...But love means war
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