Man Of God
Even when he is asleep
They all know who he his
They can feel the air become hot from each of his breaths
They can feel his gaze piercing through their existence of lies when he opens his eyes
They can feel the rumbling of his footsteps through the degenerate rot which is left of them when he steps
Even when he does not know himself they still know who he is, his soul, his name yet not their own
They will always watch him
They will always become afraid
They will always try to kill him in his sleep
But it is too late for them
When the MAN OF GOD finally wakes