"Why must I be condemned down below?"
Being equal was my desire.
Now he's my greatest foe...
He's heaven, while I'm fire.
Rotting in this forsaken place.
Sinners who are wicked as I.
The ones that deemed as a disgrace.
Not forgiving those who'd cry.
Souls lost into the abyss.
Pain means nothing to him.
Heroes above enjoying bliss.
While sinners under received grim.
His name loved by countless.
My name feared by men.
Thinking saved once confessed?
No matter what you'll end up in my pen.
Listen to my many words.
Let us rule this land.
I know it sounds absurd,
But please understand.
If we are equal in his eyes.
Then give us power to love.
I know I'm the corruptor with lies.
These words I spill are behove.
Follow me and we shall rise.
We shall overthrow our king!
Taking him out of disguise.
Let this speech in your head ring!
Overthrow the one we praised.
He doesn't see us as equal.
End your suffering days.
And show God we don't have a weak will.
Now let the darkness fall.
Let Armageddon begin.
All the sinners and demons I call.
NOW WE WILL WIN!
Peace , Love and Mass Genocide...
The demon lord calls.
Crimson.
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Dark Poetry
PoesiaDear reader, This is going to be my poem journal. Genres to love, depression, death and others of sorts on your way. Peace, Love & Genocide... Sincerely, Crimson
