Be damned

My halo is in the shape of infinity,  
Twisting around these devil horns.
My Spikey thorn crown descended into a necklace the center peice is a crucifix.
Your right, The song that i sing is a bite. An attack at the neck of these demons.
I use this divine evil for righteousness in spite of your spite or anyone elses my ani matter is eating at the core of my self and this ego Pure, ego Is a manifestation of death personified so when i write im sketching on flesh.  
Pressing the edge of a scythe on the eyes to encrypt.  So read! He who is seporate from his heart to give you art! While i bleed! You scream out your empty remarks, Ask why ill compete!? Im in a ring swinging a blade to hit a mark this is a siege! Where the strong breathe and the weak grow stronger, To build physic. So will i throw my halo in the ring? After the death of an ego and its resurrection was blessed with a presence of malicious humor music theory and unruly fury,  you answer but know this anger has to go somewhere.