The Gladiator

Shame, Shame. For you are to blame.
We're sick of playing your twisted games.
Games of darkness, games of death.
You make us play till we breathe our last breath.
You make us perform, you make us fight.
You make sure we never see the light.
The light that for so long we have been denied.
The light that you knew you could never hide.
Now we're coming for you, and we're coming fast.
You knew that your rule would never last.
Now my army fights yours, hear their swords ring.
And soon from the end of a noose you will swing.
You're on your knees, begging for forgiveness.
You enslaved us and expect us to forgive this?
Now my friend, it is your turn to play.
To fight for your life with lions all day.
Now we rule this city, you can't deny.
That once we begin, you would much rather die.

This is an edited version. I might post another Darkbringer story today, so be sure to check later.

Later Drones.
-The Virus