THE DARK ANGEL

THE DARK ANGEL Light & Dark

Death is but a small peace for a new life comes right after. But life is a torture no one seeks after. God sees me as the Devil and the Devil sees me as God. Heaven is too bright and Hell is too warm so live on Earth not too warm and not too bright for I live in the night. Where darkness plants it's seeds and breeds. It eats the light and makes the world seem bright. Light is blinding for it doesn't let you see the beauty of life but darkness is all seeing and shows the brightest light in the darkest side of life. I am a long lost forgotten soul. You've heard my prayers before, I can say, I can sing, I can scream want I want for am I a poet of life and death. I am a slave to the light but I am free in the dark. I live for murder, death and destruction but without this horrid life I cannot begin my construction. The whispers in my head talked me dead but the voices call out my name and make me insane. Yes, I am crazy, I am insane, I am a madman, scream my name! I am the Devil with many names. You can call me whatever you want. But I know my name. The dark angel Hunter, Akuma. I am your saviour, your hero, your protector, your God. I am your fear, your destruction and your death. I bring life, I bring death. I am sex! I am the man with a plan, a plan so dark and so horrific that the government no longer pays my ticket. For I am free in the eyes of the dark. The light enslaves me to do the right thing. But I want to kill and destroy! I want for the world to scream out my name in terror. For I am a true endeavour. I scream my curse and plant my seed, I breed like a mad dog but my words are spoken like a wise lion. For I have seen Poseidon, the ocean is dead. It's deep, dark and wet. Just like my dead pet. I scream in the words of wisdom and Hell: "Come one come all, for it's a show for all. A show for young and old, a show for life and death. A show for the freakiest of all." I am Akuma, I am your slaver, I am your God, I am your saviour! You're free but on a leash! You're like a dog, a slave on and off the leash. It doesn't matter, you're a slave in the eyes of God. But in my eyes, you are free. For I am the Devil and for I must speak. Hear my prayer and sing my curse: "Let joyful voice be heard, let no man look up in the sky with hope and let this day be cursed by we who are ready to wake." These are my words, these are my lines, my script, my life. I am insane but creative. I am traumatic but calm. I am dramatic but all I see is a never ending static. Your tactic is life and light. you want to live in the bright enslaving light of God. I on the other hand know the true tactic. The real tactic is death and darkness. We must live in the dark to be free from God, for God can't see in the dark. For that's where I am free, for that is where I roam! A forest of depression bred in the dark with a deep dark well where I come to tell and god rays of redemption disappearing before my eyes! Together we shall storm the Heavens and sing our song. But for now, stay home and stay safe for God can't come along.

12-06-2021

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