The Century`s Twilight Is So Close

I Stand On The Icebers` Tip And Looking Out I Recollect

The Things That Passed The Ways We Close To Last Among The Other

I See Them All-yes I See Them All Behind



We Left Them There- There In Futile Wars

When This Was The Written Riddle

"Who Is The Perfect Enemy?"



The First Weapon That I Held Was A Bone From A Dead Beast

So Many More Have Come And Gone, So Easy To Left`em All Behind

There Were Times When I Was Crimson Bathed With Their Blood

But If It Wasn`t For The Week I Wouldn`t Be Here Now



We Left Them There In Wars Of Arrogans

When We Wrote The Riddle

"Who Is The Perfect Enemy?"



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As I First Traveled The Land, Then I Waded The Water

Then I Ripped The Sky With The Stars As My Guide

But I Flew High I Touched The Sky

I Touched The Stars And Left My Marks Behind

I`ve Seen Life Beyond Imagination, Lifeful Beings

And I Kill Them All



I Stepped On Them, In The Wars Of Acquisition

When I Spoke The Riddle "Who Is The Perfect Enemy?"

There`s No One Else Left Around

No One Can See How I Rot In Grief



I Stand Alone Now Admiring My Work But My Sense Has Turned Against Me

I Lived A Condemned Life Of Lies

To Learn About The Truth But Never To Live In

And I Asked Myself "Who Is The Perfect Enemy?"

Who Else-who Else But The:

Who Else But The Enemy Within