I'm the dealer of divine decay--
I'm the destroyer of all souls--
I'm the darkness that devours day;
Patron saint of bullet holes
Heaven dares not speak my name,
Though Hell quakes at its mention,
I'm the future's feral frozen frame
On pain surpassing comprehension.

A hundred thousand smiling faces:
I swear to God I'll kill them all!
The blood will rain down from their necks
Until this entire valley is drowning in it
And the numberless lives lost in the flood
Won't even come close to quelling my rage.

I'm the arbiter of Gods and Beasts--
I am the fury of the ghosts--
I'm feared to say the very least;
But I am fear itself to most.
I am the flames that scorch eternity,
I am the apocalypse of faith,
More than seven deadly sins there be
And I am proud to be the eighth

I will tear the entire fucking sky down
And crush the life out of everyone beneath it
I'll collect the breaths that escape the wreckage
And twist them into a vicious tornado
That will purge this world of any evidence
That life ever once existed upon it.

08/10/2009

Author's Note: Hope I've brightened your day!

Posted on 08/10/2009
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