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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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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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