The fire from his flame, lit up his face
Deeply inhaling, the smoke surrounded him giving him a snake
The evil that surrounded him stained him
Black oil that are his eyes
Darkness that looks back at you
Suffocating you, as you drown in his stench
He hides in light, in the plainness of it all
Giving off the vibe of ordinary and nothing else
You do not realize until he is upon you, that the screams escape your mouth, and your blood splatters unto his face, and the last thing you see is a smile of the massacre
The sheer joy of chaos and carnage
He skins you alive, death seems like a welcome
The last thing you come to know before death embarrass
Is that your heart has been removed, grabbed out of your chest like a lovers revenge
In the space of a wink, your part of the torture is done, pain has ceased, no more screams
On the other side your remains will be used in rituals and other such demonic reign
Words of displacement transpire
Spoken by cruel lips, placed on your soul, a messenger of god
The war for humanity is forewarn
Bear not the witness foreseen as to the messenger
Carrie Ann kawa 2/2006
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