Putrid

This body is a wasteland
This mind a receptacle of filth
My soul cries out for cum sweat and blood
It is never satisfied
There is never enough
I am not a person
I am a warped thing calling out to be used and abused
Wanting to make the world my playground
Ill thoughts words and deeds for my personal consumption
Angels will weep in my presence
And Demons will beg for mercy
Humanity in it's entirety
Will question the nature of its sanity
I could be temptation incarnate
Encourage the sins of the flesh and of the heart
Reform the populace to indulge in their base natures
Recreate anarchy in a world of darkness
Remake this place for the monsters
Spread the Perfect Madness