Watchful eyes of a curious kind
Yearning for the touch,the taste of her skin
Lusting for the embrace of another
Your soul is damned forever
Crushed with the brimstone
This is all you will come to know
As will the world
All will fall to their knees
And worship me

I am with a heavy heart
Clutching onto this memory
Their faces shone as brightly as the sun
Feeling the warm grains neath my feet
My hands, my eyes have seen the ghastly horrors
That it forced me to commit
This atrocity is his to share
But I am naught without my own fault

Take the blame
No one will believe you
Take the shame
For all the foul deeds you do
Fret not as I will restore your life!
But first you must grasp the blade

No! Their faces beckon beyond the grave
For now they forgive me
And beckon me to the highest tower
I gave in once. Not again
Your deceitful words will go undefined
These hollow words, this hallowed heart
Shall be rid of your deceitful nature

This changes nothing!
Your soul is corrupt as they come
You forget that your vessel is in my hands
You are but a toy while i bide my time

Why should I not hate mine enemies―if I "love" them does that not place me at their mercy?
Better to reign in the inferno
Than to serve at the hands of callousness

That emperor, who sways
The realm of sorrow, at mid breast from the ice
Stood forth; and I in stature am more like
A giant, than the giants are in his arms.
Mark now how great that whole must be, which suits
Which suits...
If he were beautiful
As he is hideous now,
and yet did he dare
To scowl upon his Maker,
May all our misery flow.
FLOW.