Sonnet 4: The Spirit of Life

Sonnet 4: The Spirit of Life Upon thy land, I have come upon the shores in an invisible mist The blood upon thy door is what gives me the word of haste Do you see that I have come people of doubt, do you see the gist? I am here to take my revenge and will put your enemies to waste When I touch the ground, I come as a thief in the night The first ones to go will be the ones with the most covariates Ignore the jesters of the air, for they give you words of blight When a light comes to a new pod, the lack of defense and speech are their main covariates Thy enemy is my enemy, for it is the enemy of the lifestream core I will collect the souls of life, and he will collect the souls of death I come as a spirit of life in different forms (fire, water, Air), and I am coming back as a core The real collector of souls, good and evil will always take more lives, it is meth I will come back in a different form in ten years Each time I come, it will be in one of my many gears