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Here Comes The Wicked

 Damned Sinner's Land

I slither
like a snake
about to take,
what's mine
in a quick,
flick,
and blind those,
that oppose
my almighty blow.

I, the one that
climbs
the walls, of hell,
to bring forth,
the horde of mutated mongrels,
with fresh flesh falling
off ragged teeth
in neat sinister art of the beneath,

Corroding and defiling
the rich soil,
followed by turmoil,
as the innocent recoil,
in the greatness,
of my potent
power expanding to
choke the angelic,
into submissiveness.

To force,
and rape the will,
to have them
lick the feet,
resting in a pool,
of blood.
The stench of mud
of fools, that dare,
not to fear
me, the Supreme.

With my hate,
annihilation is grand,
done at my command.
To bring to a stand,
demonic armies at hand,
mutilating every man,
the claim back our
Damned Sinner's Land.
Written by PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
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