In the World There is Dark and Light,
In the Dark is where we take fright,
Where the creatures lurk within the night
And the cries of their victims fall on deaf ears
As they writhe and scream and are taken by fear.
The Darkness consumes and exhumes corpses of the fallen
While the Angels of your god pretend not to hear you,
When in actuality they are everywhere, anywhere and even near you.
The Darkness calls and kills
And makes promises to the ill
As it works for blood to spill.
But You shall find no such weakness in my indomitable will
As I have a prophecy to fulfill
And remain unscathed by the whippings of the dark;
My heart untouched while my body bears the mark.
The Darkness can take any man but me;
As for all eyes to see.
I have been beaten and stabbed by a rusted blade
And buried with a dirty, silver spade,
But arose with my mind made.
An idea cannot be killed by consumption or wrath
As my ideology embodies this path.
I am a fallen angel of a non existing God,
Ready and willing to kill you non believing sods.
I am the opponent of the dark
Who bears a prophets marks.
Yet look me in the eyes and run away
For if I had a soul it'd be black and gray
Filled with the fallacies of everyman from everyday.
The Darkness will swallow, beat, rape and consume
And torture their corpses after they are exhumed
And I shall stab the beast in the back while it eats you for food,
Then spit on your corpse cause I hated you too.
You may curse my soul just because what I say is true,
Too bad I don't have a soul cause I'd spit on that too.
I am the opponent of the darkness yet I am it as well,
Taken from the darkest deepest depths of my personal hell
Where my demons and my regrets feast, dance and dwell.
I am the Darkness here to fight myself
Mere pawns of a fake god to keep on his shelf.
I will consume your soul and all that you know
And strip you of everything you have to show.
I shall break you in two and paste you back with glue
Just for my own sadistic pleasure;
And your blood shall flow without metrical measure.
I fight the darkness within me as it consumed my old spirit
I love it, embrace it and somehow fear it.
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In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice, and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper, and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying. -Bertrand Russell
I smoke more than a building on fire and roll more than the wheel.
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I smoke more than a building on fire and roll more than the wheel.