Solace of Cataclysm.

Testament 1:

You’re a master of puppets,
You mould them finely and perfect,
Then you crush it down like how you killed an ant.
Aimlessly picking on who you want,
Thinking that they might be good or suchlike
; You lost in that fight.

Testament 2:

Sometimes you can make my skies turn blue,
At times you turn it bloody black and dark,
It was cold and...fucking...cold!
How it was that prick is able to do so?
Did not I understand, but I am trying.

Testament 3:

Some things should have kept the way it is
; Without interfering the limit of its own.
One can push things till it collapse,
One can do so much that it hurts,
One can die being hurt, while the other
; Won’t bother.

Final Testament, Solace of cataclysm:

Note, fairytales are bullocks,
Gun fights are Grimm Jaw's,
He kills and he seizes,
He lives to rule and ignore hearings,
He can never be brought to justice;
As he himself thinks "I am justice and only
I can judge", "I am your ruler".

But never he; sees the beauty in a lady,
Working like a mad dog, all round the clock,
For hours and hours thinking and weeping for him,
Yet he only sees a way out, a way to bail out.
As hard as the metal, Grimm Jaw is thicker and well-built,
Built only for him self, only to seek pleasure,
Only to be look after;
Have he consider looking out for others?

Fret not,
As all the comrades are here; prepared,
To walk with the lady and accompany her to safety,
She is now, the main priority.
He is now, the enemy,
We are now, an anatomy.
To see if we are one, to see if we could run
; Side by side without leaving one.
I know, I know, I fucking know;
That all of us are never a catastrophe,
But wonders made for others.

I have so much to say,
But I lay and lied through the day,
I can only hope and pray that one day,
All of us would be happy,
Starting from today; if I may?

I don’t want a repetition of today.