Wild Arms

Let me tell you a story, this is how it began

A boy on a farm in a far off land

He lived life pure no blood or carnage and

He was content on his farm, had no farther plans

One day with a crash, the sky fell down

A glowing orb hit the ground, cracked, demons poured out

The boy had no choice, he stood in dismay

As the demons proceeded to crush all in their way

The dark ones had a plan, everyone would be harmed

The boy had to make a stand, he put a gun on his arm

And went wild, attacking the metal beasts with a frenzy

Blasted hundreds but the enemies were never ending