Genius of perversity, a source of the sublime
A touch of hell, a pleasurous pain that eternally lie
Dreadful form, synonymous with flesh
A lair that never ceases, claws that drags me out
Rise, from crawling on all fours
In pleasure and in pain I gasp for air
Sifting the scent of renewal
Overshadowed by the oneness, the dignity that burnt
Branded by the mark of the beast
I ride with the wicked, victorious and with triumph at hand
I tread the thorn clad paths, in torrid hate
I lead to ruin, with an abysmal stare
I long for decay, my wounds bleeds black
Absorb the entity – insidious anti-philanthropy
Accursed enobled – praising misanthopy
Branded… I fall… in ugly patters
Rise…again…in mental turmoil… To suck you dry
Branded…
Enter the realms of hell
I ride with the wicked, victorious and with triumph at hand
I tread the thorn clad paths, in torrid hate
I lead to ruin, with an abysmal stare
I long for decay, my wounds bleeds black
Branded… I fall… in ugly patters
Rise…again…in mental turmoil… To suck you dry
Branded…












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