Desolate place,
merciless desert,
this rage kicks up a dust storm!
abrupt wild reflexes,
twisting turning to any subtle movement.
nothing to rise against me,
vultures eat my fallen,
my spine charges,
from my core to my fingertips,
I have a lust for carnage!!!
I yearn to feel my claws tearing into skin,
my veins sadistically scream and plea for pain!!!
the back of my throat,
sore with echoes,
I HOWL for blood!
this violence is a severe mental disease,
plaguing my brain with nightmares,
I regret holding back!
this sick ferocity,
what a lovely smirk I have,
my teeth grind with misery.
my laughter booms through time,
this insane sound piercing,
all these bones rattle in symphony!
a mist of black smoke pours from my mouth,
polluting all around me,
sick contaminants scourge the land.
my scythe,
death in its gleam.
the blade reverberates as I slice souls,
screaming waves heard all miles around,
panic sweeps the land.
here I come.....
you're an ant to me,
I'll crush you.
you pale in comparison,
you are nothing!
I WILL DEVOUR YOU!
who am I?
DOUBT...
stand against me!
you dare think it possible?
fight me,
there is only one hope.
~~~~~FAITH~~~~~

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