I am armored, four arms with wings,
The purest form of sin,
The most evil beast in all creation.
With flamed breath I singe,
All that is my path,
Hell's wrath, with no match,
A demonic angel guard
Well armed immortal hell spawn,
I am at war with God.
I reek havoc in a realm I own,
Ghouls hide behind grave stones,
While feasting on the dead's bones.
Goblins, demonic ravens,
Fresh souls for the taking,
Flesh soothes my cravings.
I own hybrids of two sets and two sex,
Women haggored, and toothless,
With two heads and four breasts,
I feed on the confused and lost,
And I take as many with me to hell as I can,
If I can not have the power of God.
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