[Geno]

A Twist Of Fate.

Synthetic geography, hollow trees, plastic leaves and mechanical sights
Everything from the plants to the vines, show signs of false botanical life
The animals oil tight, the soils like turf on childrens playgrounds at school
A man made fountain of youth, where tigers from the mountains recoup
Mouths leaking drool, cause they lack stomache caverns for that and their food
There's no pattern they use, but the timings wired to their anatomies moves
Systematically smooth, the clockworks engineered by some genius he payed
Nothing seems to be fake, at a glance -the entire scenary's great, scenic with shade
Computer system controls the whole set of seasons, the snow, weather, even the rain
Concieved from a maze, need a gps, or you'll get lost for a week and some days
Crazed, the hunter finally pays his architects for the awesome debt he's acquired
The mechanics are especially tired, rushing to build this mans deadly enviornment
He specializes in weaponry, firing, silencing guns, taking measures -requirements
To be as quite as possible during sessions of violence, his investments were wisest
Has an excellent eye for bringing death in disguise, he hunts human flesh, its his high
His discusting design, typical game isn't the same, that's why nothings alive

He's killed everything as a hunter for sport, a bigger challenge what he's hungriest for
Sick of taxidermy prices and its ugly decor, kicking the bear head that's stuck to his floor
His grudge has been born, he's passionate for this hobby, and his love has matured
A new stage suddenly formed, he's torn down the deer, racks, and the clusters of horns
Swore he'd find a better way, to spend his time, to meditate, so he finds a deadly prey
He decides people are smart, gonna find someone to kidnap, then bring to his yard
Drop him off in his forest to live, no supplies, only him, and he's poorly equipped
But fortune is his, the hunter left directions and rules, what he expects him to do
A message with clues, it says you'll find weapons scattered, then eventually food
Defend yourself, and its effective as soon, as you can get dressed and then move
this man is no menace, but check it, he's retired from the central inteligence group
His years of training become relevant to him, he's gone to war with felons and terrorists
Must survive for his fellow americans, he's already been through hell and did heroin
Couldn't make it apparent when drug dealers were targets, fearless, his hearts big
It kicks into gear, even though its been years since he's armed it, his arms ripped
Thinking to himself, "I hope god'll forgive this idiot" before this shit gets started

Agent looks around, puts his foot to ground, notices the sound of what surrounds him
Astounded, realizing everything is counterfeit, found a box of rations and bashed it
Limited assets inside, crackers, an apple, then realized he's passed to much time
Where's the weapons at, that the message said he could use to protect his ass
And better than that, where's the true predator at, figuring that he'd face several attacks
Wants to get his leverage intact, at the same time the hunter would aim high
Letting one shot off to see what his game tries, agent braced, no fear in his blank eyes
He identifies the attackers position, his basic training came back as he listened
The riccochet, and the longitude -lattitude wisdom, produced a mathematical prism
A vision of where the pilot was lying, looked in that direction and saw two robotical lions
Somethings not multiplying, or adding up to what the fuck should really have happened
Out of a million reactions, none of which is how the wilderness acted, really distracted
Losing any feel of compassion, crashed into survival mode, effect is like dominoes
Took impressive flight, running like the engine type to find a hole, he hides alone
Behind a stone, that's much bigger than the giants grow, until he decides to go
Thinking of a brilliantly designed approach, not the time to choke, his mind is focussed

Crouched down scanning his radius, the agent finds a bamboo handle, engages it
Understanding that this game is dangerous, afraid if he doesn't act fast he could take a hit
Just found a rock with abrasiveness, needs to make a tip for the end of his staff
Render it fast, so he can find the hunter and threaten him back, ending the path
Extensively stabbing, then he sees fatigues from his perifferal view, the distance is true
This is his Q, to turn the tables with a finishing move, he's slowly giving pursuit
Limited to the joust he has made, he's not about to be slain, the agent is brave
Trained to be tame, he refrains, waiting for his brain to create the safest escape
Takes his chances and chased the hunter steadily, slow, isn't safe for his head to explode
He's got one good shot for a definite blow, to reap death to his foe, incredibly cold
He tip toes, throws the stone tipped pole like a machette in stride, his enemy dies
What a deadly chain of events, a twist of fate in the end, the way the hunter was hunted
Punisher punished, never knew the sum of whats coming, the agents feeling was funny
But the shoe was on the other foot, when the bananna started peeling the monkey
Overcoming this deal so abruptly, he sat back and watched the habitat as he adjusts
Thinking to himself, "I hope the lord'll forgive me for what I have done"

Fuck Wit Me.