Ghost Walker

The Funeral Pyre

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Walking and haunting, unable to be seen
Murderous ways take hold
I cannot be found
I walk alone
You hunt consistently
Did you ever have a chance?
Following the path I lead
Be my sheep, I the shepherd
Convincing you of my existence
But you are unaware of how real this is
The streets see my shadow
It is not for human eyes
As I walk at night
The scent grow deep
You can feel my presence on your skin
How do you hunt, what you cannot see?
This is no place for you
I lead you to slaughter
Weary of my wrath
The sheep follow my lead