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The demona are apparent,
With whispers of evil drifting,
Once beloved and respected,
How could it come to this?
Choking on your own vice greed,
Spitting up toxic and putrid laden seeds,
Lies of devotion and fidelity,
Crushing our dominance and civility,
For what you sought was not gold,
But the dying hearts of man,
And smothering all from shinning graces,
Clutching death in the raven's hand,
Feeding on lustful innocence,
And splintering that bridge you burnt,
Giving yourself all to nothing,
And wasting away its worth,
Oh now does the wolf not howl,
Or the dying's voice not crack?
Spend your blood, the brood is lost,
Your soul's not coming back,
Oh now we'll play a game my friend,
Of death and sacrifice,
But not one man or your limp hand,
'Tis the entire world's short life,
Humanity will watch in awe,
As their Earth is raped before them,
Like the many children they cast aside,
On ignorant and suspicious whim,
The Lord gave life to all mankind,
Yet worthy they are not,
For each human individual shows,
A mind of vanity and inconsideration,
Come rot!
Oh Father who art in Heaven,
Shallow be thine curse,
Blessed with abomination and sin,
You gave each man his hearse,
So shall we now wage war with heaven?
Or give each man his due,
I've come for this, and with subtle bliss,
To destroy you with your own truth.