Evil is formless
Slumber… a peaceful slumber
Beneath the layers of burnt umber
Like tainted blood seared in flames
The darkness where I receive my names
Demon, hatred incarnated, spirit god of pain.
Slashing to and fro, falling gently like rain
Slither the slugs of hate into your body
Feel the fear, pain, and go insane… nobody!
Can save you now, welcome the power,
Use it and see the lust of chaos flower.
Cascading your mind as you will see
I’m parasitic, formless, yet with you I’m free.
Use me well as we grow as one
Your enemies will fall like pigs in kill pins
Bliss, luxury, they are silver spoon fed
not bred to survive... these blind are misled
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