TheColourOfRei

I watch.
The eye turns.
its still.
We no no bounds to its true self.
Changing. forever wonderfull.
It blinks, we are gone just like the other world.
We control.
The demons run free.
And to all who expect to live here.
Fear me.
I am your god.
In dread hope you nay see my blade.
It cuts down what is unjust, and untrue.
Like the eye i have.
In my hand.
It blinks, we are gone.
It knows all.
It peirces my heart with sorrow.
No.
Not again.
We break free.
We see daylight.
Power.
Scourge the plains.
We have intruders.
Break them down.
Break them so they can see the pain we have taken about ourselves.
So that They, yes, can live another day.
But we stop that.
We end them.
They nay return.
So i put forth my heart.
Into a soul.
And we have a new born.
A karas.
He protects us?
No.
Strikes us down.
And what is this?
I can have this power?
I take it.
Greedilly.
And now, i become a god again.
Slowly, moving my king to take you.
One peice at a time, i control this world once again.
He powers my soul.
Unlocks the blade i use to destory others, once again, i am trully, Lord Eko.
Eko in soul.
Eko in Sight.
Eko, in the resounding sound of my voice.
At first, it hath fall upon deaf ears.
But no, I do not mind.
Sooner or later, it will start to hold more, ressiliant of a sound.
I walk, people shudder.
I speak, people cower.
I kill, People Run.
I rip the souls, right out of them.
Most of them, DIE with fear.
For they know. oh yes, they know.
Not of the old, God-Like Eko.
No. But of the new, Lord. Eko.
I destroy as easilly as i Look into your eyes.
Quickly, But my blade does not end you that easilly.
I cut, and I bring pain upon the ones who opose me.
You try to stop it.
You cant.
You run?
I FLY.
I am to fast.
Plane, Car, Warrior.
I am unstopible.
And I move, ever so quickly.
I move, ever so fast, and ever so gracefull.
Stop, as my blade enters you.
cuts you, makes you bleed.
Makes you cry wit pain and fear.
But last of all, Kills you.
But not just death, rots you, consumes you.
You dont just, just feal so much pain.
SO much as to make you WANT to die.
Takes you soul.
And that, That is a karas.
Nay, THAT is ME.
Your LORD.
Lord Eko.
Lord Eko the Great.