A man of many tricks and talents
Adored by those who admire me
Hunted by many adversaries
Joining forces to plot and scheme against me
To wipe me off the face of the earth
To rid of the evil and cancerous blight

Such insolent fools!
They dare challenge me, their puppetmaster
With mere machines and explosives
They must learn that I am the devil himself
That I am the one pulling the strings

I am a malevolent force
I am to be revered
I am immortal
Their blood must boil as they see me approach
It must cascade down the floor
Along with their tears
Touched by my hands

For my fury burns everything it touches
Like a fierce fire furnace
From the very pits of hell
They burn, writhe and scream with terror
Until they are nothing but cinder and ash

A melody soothing to my ear
Swiftly and brutally, they fall
Like a freshly cut blade of grass
They meet their untimely demise

In this city I call my playground
I am a legend who never dies
I endure
I am a warrior
I am David Genaro