Meeting with the devil
Today I saw the Disciple of Doom,
Looked into the eyes of the Reaper,
Sailed awhile with the Boatman,
Flew high with the vulture.
Demons dance within my soul,
Black magick surrounds me,
Psychic tendancies take their toll,
A pentagram burns before me.
Six hundred and sixty six serpents laugh,
As I writhe upon the grass,
My blood flows hot, burns my soul,
Flows freely like molasis.
Mind raves, sanity slips,
Fancy scales forming, physical upheaval,
Horns put pressure on my mind,
Becoming evolutionary evil.
To become the reality of fear,
Personification of terror,
I am outcast from the norm,
Unique and frightening error.
The poison of my kind,
Will creep into your soul,
Stay free, away from my fangs,
For toxins will destroy you whole.
For I have dwelt among the terrors,
I understand all minds,
I am become a portrait,
Defiance of mankind.
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