Your End

Call to arms, Ready up for the fight,
Time to wrap it around your secluded mind,
you thread on my time, I won't be so kind.
Falsification of the human sensation,
You might be at peace now, but you're up for termination.
So sit tight, and cover your trace,
Because like a bloodhound I will pick up your scent.
Run kiddo, Run, you have no time to rest,
Sooner rather than later, you will meet your end.