Aye you! Down with your will
Your damn blood, I am here to spill
With my spear, your skin and your kin I will kill
Look around you, the black is gaining ground
No escape, just one dark emitting seedless sun
Here for the wretched, the damned, and the slurry one
No use running, my black steed will out run
The mangy whores, half dead, and under explored
Spit out ominous black curses, their fate I honed
The murky and ghastly shapes in every one of your nights
When you stand by the tree, my evil heart and my slithering reach
Shall at that time feel oh so right!
You weak, trembling, and want fueling souls
Offer me countless ways to drink of your bile
Yet in these flickering hours of your god
You forsake me, aahaaa…. but to me you shall abide
When the hope invigorating days are done
My cold and liquid arrows will douse the sun
Your god will keep you faithless company,
But my dancing edifices will turn on the doomed symphony
I will rake and rake hard, the hairy, black, pubic bowel of the night
Creatures, yet unthought-of, ill-conceived, half formed, will rule the night
Such will be the pounding state of affairs,
Even the very basis of certainty falls out of thin air
Lurking in shadows, every slutty angel seems fair
I would serve such unscrupulous blow
That even, I, the dark, would be pained by the show.
Such will be the all engulfing shroud of my stoned heart
That every piece of music will mingle and rise up to a satanic art
My rotten and decayed forms will rule.
Your blood in the skeletal pool.
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