A Slight Twist of Torture

Writing his name on the wall with a dark warm liquid.
Calling for the chain to fall upon all who's band hearts sip this.
Cover the creeps who breath peace and closes the brawls, unleash the beasts of grief, let them walk until its deep enough to crawl.
I sink my teeth into his glory not he who lies in the biblical story but the one who breeds beneath it.
Let the blue skies die as darkness awaits to rise to seek every bone in its seethed creed pit.
This vivacious crave gains power as the gracious deaths of lives rave.
Being suck into the sun of his fire I become more than just a liar as I stand on this platform of rage.
I dance guided by the  screaming beaming upon my ears, and the barriers barry the dreaming as the symphony carries fear.
Chaos constantly drinks the blood shed from mercy like monstrosity sinks into a  coma as if hurt is it's  nursery.
I stick this IV of evil through my vanes, the light shines dimly onto my fangs as the shadows gravitate, their shallow and easy to tame.
The dust is thick it sticks to the grave of sharp pins that graze the scars from a series of sins.
I feel the gift of his insanity, i will live up to the vile deed he handed me and abolish all of humanity.