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i saw an angel
when i looked into your face
my breathing slowed
as you took it away
soothed the burn
that ached in my soul
broke the chains
to set me loose
caressed my heart
to a bloody pulp
cut a part
which you still hold
left me for dead
on that cold room floor
beat the weakness
still left in me
so now i wander
this forbidden wasteland
my entrance an intrusion
on this holy ground
alas i fear
my task is still at hand
forever and ever
i am cursed to be
but still i walk
without a second thought
across the fields
awaits my fate
till blood is spilt
on the meticulous walls
oozing from my fingers
what a feast it shall be
unending and secure
in all my damnation
like the Kraken at sea
destroying those i see
fear is but a word
derived from what i do
i take pleasure in death
and all those who die
what a mundane life indeed
if no monster was made
then i would not exist
in the terror-filled nights
but only when ordered
is when i shall act
give the order
and the deed is done
"M'lady what's next?"
from my blood-stained lips
"Patience my dear boy"
as sweetly as ever
until the next time
i strike terror in the night
when i looked into your face
my breathing slowed
as you took it away
soothed the burn
that ached in my soul
broke the chains
to set me loose
caressed my heart
to a bloody pulp
cut a part
which you still hold
left me for dead
on that cold room floor
beat the weakness
still left in me
so now i wander
this forbidden wasteland
my entrance an intrusion
on this holy ground
alas i fear
my task is still at hand
forever and ever
i am cursed to be
but still i walk
without a second thought
across the fields
awaits my fate
till blood is spilt
on the meticulous walls
oozing from my fingers
what a feast it shall be
unending and secure
in all my damnation
like the Kraken at sea
destroying those i see
fear is but a word
derived from what i do
i take pleasure in death
and all those who die
what a mundane life indeed
if no monster was made
then i would not exist
in the terror-filled nights
but only when ordered
is when i shall act
give the order
and the deed is done
"M'lady what's next?"
from my blood-stained lips
"Patience my dear boy"
as sweetly as ever
until the next time
i strike terror in the night
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