...The Gathering...............Agent Smith

The dreams they come,
Now thick and fast.
No longer are separate,
But follow from the last.

The places the same,
Though missions have changed.
The group is now smaller,
As one by one we are slain.

Betrayed by our Leaders,
Sent not to come back.
Sold out to 'outsiders',
By men dressed in black.

They monitor our movements,
Revenge we now seek.
Our Trojan Horse methods,
Have reached their own peak.

Seen too much have us 'seers',
Know too much in our heads.
The eyes they lay hidden,
Watch us sleep in our beds.

Met the man that I sought,
Saw many faces he wore.
On shadow plane moving,
Ancient voices plot War.

The travellers refused entry,
Blocked by others well trained.
Multi-layed world we live in,
Each day re-arranged.

The mask they wear thins,
True form to be known.
My fore-fathers enemy,
May become my very own.

Soon shall it all come,
Soon speaks the night.
The warriors are gathering,
For this Final Fight.



Peace,
Agent Smith

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