Nihilist

They're all here

The unrivaled mind

The architect of insurgence

Five bodies with voices

Echoing across the world

A woman with her name

A flake in the ink above

A man with his

A flake of white instead

Another body in tattered clothes

Slaying authority under his mask

The next body

Covered in grime

The dirt under his clothes

Stained with blood

Ready to carve a new tree

With a blade he designed

The last silhouette

Already awaiting at the computer

Trailing as a moniker

Gazing with the others

At their next member

Their expectations littered

Their allies unknown

Their shadows no longer

Hiding from the sun

I've arrived to end the world

It's time to begin