The Devil in Black

This goes out to you.

A massive parasite, a barbarian wandering our streets.

You have forced me to use my most lethal weapon,

to keep a record of your filth.

You poke at us with your pitchfork, thriving on our pain.

Your horns are seen by everyone aware, yet ignored by mindless individuals.

An obsession with power is a streak that is bound to be broken.

A war has started.

Your disgusting structure will diminish in the end.

We are eager to observe your obliteration.