Pentagram

My every word is like poison flicked from my tongue
Like a serpent’s bite and scorpions that stung
Offering you pleasure while handing you a rope
Giving me strength while taking your hope
Make the deal and accept my offering
Sweet lies that flow under a river spring
The world is what I offer unto to you
Seal the deal and stare into the blue

One day I will come for what is mine
A heart that’s felt loss and a soul that shines
I will take it into my grasp
And hold you still until the day is last
Then you will be a feast for the kings
Among the moans and the wailing screams
You will be devoured in vigor
Just so my godly hunger grows bigger

Then, at last, you will realize the danger
Of the shining precious gifts from a stranger
Reality blurs and fantasy becomes real
Untold terror and suffering you feel
For your crisis, you are but to blame
Maybe you shouldn’t have invoked my name
But know this, you are forever damned
You opened the gates for the pentagram