Professional Killer

First, kills the body. But wait!

The body will kill itself naturally.

To futile to be killed by Effort.

A professional keep their hands clean.

Lets kidnap the mind!

Don’t try to rape it, you’ll get addicted, even if you do just once.

When you’re secretly making love with it. Congratulation!

You’re on the treadmill. Now Run! With no hope arrives at finish.

Unless you stop owned by something, otherwise it will never solved.

The tougher enemies, emotion.

It switch your direction, blocks your way to freedom.

Not by wall, but labyrinth.

Leads you into multiple junctions with no walls on the wrong ways. .

Professional Killer realized, the wall of labyrinth just made by cotton.

There is no point in finding the right way.

Reset the point, then move, emotion dies.

Something last got left, cause we’re a killer.

Our soul may tortured by hell fire.

We have no tools to kill anymore, no guns, no knife, no bare hands, no ideas.

So let it be!

If soul divine and eternal, fire has no power to touch.

If it is not, then it’ll get preyed by fire. Till we got nothing left.

Sounds scary.

But set you free.

Nothing to be owned.

Nothing to be hurted by anything.