You think of me as diabolical,
But you’re mistaken slugger,
I’m only a henchman,
I’m not evil,
I only follow orders,
Do the grunt work,
I serve the Boss,
A dictator in a lab coat,
With buzzsaws and moonbases and sharks,
Cutting secret agents in half with lasers,
They call him a doctor,
But I’ve yet to see him cure a soul,
We get shot at for him,
Mop up blood for him,
We get vaporised by him,
But we don’t complain,
It’s just the life,
The way of the minion.
Let me tell you a story,
A yarn of spies and the spied upon,
Of a world under our own,
A world of shadow and masks,
A world we are not privy to,
For the better,
She is a woman,
But also an agent,
A clandestine weapon with fake lashes,
All false wigs and suppressors,
A dame of deception,
She had slain tyrants while wearing unfamiliar faces,
She once had a lover,
But the flag stole him under its yolk,
He is a man,
But also a tool,
An extension of his nations left hand,
All handguns and sabotage,
An artist of wetwork,
No foreign dossier is safe from his gloves,
He longed for a normal life once,
But the flag kept drawing him back,
It’s a tale of two nations,
A love story spelled out in gunshots and dead drops,
Of two souls under opposing masters,
Once brought together by their humanity,
But rent asunder by the flags inhumanity,
Forced in future to kiss via crosshairs.
WorldofHarley 