“And he is?”
“He is the gut of evil. Do not mistake him for anything but,” Seen warned.
“He is the foul odor of death, the festering cut.” Hardly joined in.
“He is the storm, the dread before it and the destruction after,” informed Heard.
“He is the serpent’s hiss, the hyena’s cackle, and the witch’s laughter,” said Seldom.
“He leads the lost deeper into disarray.”
“He courts darkness and with it he is known to lay.”
“He is the germ, the strangling weed.”
“He is despair, the dead earth seed.”
“He is the hellish nightmare brought to fruition.”
“He is food for fools and Armageddon’s nutrition.”
“He is the long march of souls toward their damnation.”
“He is the first to condemn and the last temptation.”
“He is the breast that lactates strychnine.”
“The skull and crossbones, the triple six sign.”
“He’s disruption, a discordant fa, so, la.”
“He is the deceiver… the forked tongue… Malach Ra.”