In my eyes
Bad I stood
In the skies
Glad I moved

In the water
Good I would slaughter
On the ground
With my father

In his eyes
Stars shined
In his fights
Never was he blind

He was a prime
He is a legend
In his time
Was a dead end

He was a warlord
Set on fire
Each day bored
Yet he never did tire

Two leaders
Two factions
On believer
On action

The Deceptions
Proud they stood
The autobots
Pray they would

Which would I chose?
Good Or bad
I felt the clues
In my hand

What was my fate?
Is this my time?
Did I do great?
Was I blind?

Did I chose my side?