The devil did grin to his advocate
for his daring young sin
gave him a key
to open a door
for which was held in store
all hope of evil was hidden within.
For ye who have faith
all death is forbidden.
The key to this door
once opened upon
life is what it once was...
all a myth.
For beyond that door is a great evil
which no man can describe.
The hated and tormented
await your soul
to pass onto you
their neverending goal
off blood and guts spun into twine
etched into the soul
of one manfs mind.
In your mind describe a man
whos torment and pain will never end
and think of a name which will never be forgotten
and a soul already black and rotten.
And upon a tombstone your name is engraved.
For those whom are very brave
let one man read
the sorrow of which is spelt within your name
when he stands and breathes
upon your grave.
Death is just a game
in which a body ceases to breathe
and a soul tormented
on its way down to the evil beneath it.
Once entered into this deadly pit
eternity is like a spit
that will dry up and fade away
as you feel the whip
break through your back
and blood crawling from the crack.
The beast laughs
as you cry out with pain
and the whip strikes you once again.
Though your body is dead
and your soul alive
you cry for a time
when eternity dies.
As you wait in anguish and in pain
you cry for a time you will never obtain
to lie and wait foir the wounds to heal
when only it is the soul which feels
the pain of your rotten life now held in the hand of Satan
whom forever laughs in vain
for a soul held in his palm
who will suffer pain at his every command.
To reek armageddon upon the Earth
for the souls of humanity given at birth
he sends up his son
upon the dead earth.
As his son lives and grows
the power at his command will be exposed
and used to vanquish a father he once loved
who condemed him to the bottomless pit
and lives in peace up above.
The death of you God he demands
and soon everything he will command,
for even if a battle he looses
one more soul oozes
into the pain and anguish
for once more a time which is wasted.
The devil does breath of a third world war
to reek revenge upon the death of his son
the course of a missle all aimed at one
one hundred souls die under a gun.
As the barren earth obliterates
the particles all evaporate,
all but one
of evil and hate.