I watch as the blood runs down my wrist and down my arm and drip to the floor,
I lick the blood and it sends chills down my spine,
I give myself a devious grin in the mirror,
I look back at my wrist and the cut is gone for i have a curse,
For there is a curse running through my veins as well as my blood,
Forever keeping me alive on this dreadful earth forever maknig me suffer,
For i wish to be in hell were i truly belong,
Were i can roam free sucking away at the souls of those who hurt me once,
The ones i promised that they would pay,
And they will for they have to stick with me for the rest of their life,
If living means torturing those who once hurt me then the curse shall not be a curse but a blessing,
For pain gives me pleasure,
And it always will for pain makes me feel alive,
For how do you know your truly alive until you have felt pain or have seen you own blood escape the depts of your cold hearts,
This curse doesnt only run through my veins but millions of others have it as well, For we are satans children,
For we are the wings of satan,
For our curse is one we enjoy most sucking the souls from those who deserve it,
For there pain gives us pleasure and makes us stronger,
For our pain as well gives us pleasure,
W may be cursed and messed up in the head,
But we are proud of who we are and we are proud to call Satan our father,
For he has given us the curse,
The curse of the demons.
XxSatanicSoulxX Community Member 
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