I sit on my throne staring out into the night
My eyes squint, and strain to see past the fire
To do their best I must concentrate and fight
But the view never changes here upon my spire
The world tries their best to prove I exist
Because to prove I am an entity to fear
Would mean their God was not a sadist
And allow then to think lives path was clear
But hide I must from those whom I distrust
The angels and demons are all mere lapdogs
Pawns to be used in the game that is robust
The game of purity and pyre, humans and gods
My body is strong and my resolve full of wraith
I have sat too long, upon my desiccated throne
Its time I shed these shackles of prayer and faith
And walk once more upon the earthly plain alone.
You need me my children of darkness and hate
For without me you must retreat into the night
But with me by your side poised to open the gate
Your hate filled hearts see the darkness of light!
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