"Looming beyond perception.
Fuming with wrathful sexual destruction of others.
Mr. Red eyes, how insatiable your lust for devouring the useless yet familiar.
How those eyes sink into the darkest depths of raw emotions.
And act upon instinctual hatred.
Mouth seeping with the venom with the same intense intent.
How you've infected others with the same animalistic mindset.
Mr. Red eyes in all your blackened glory.
Fur as thick as smoke that looms around you.
Body covered in ashes and the blood of your enemies.
Face of a canine and alters deformed pointing towards every direction.
What an irrational being you are, wings of an insect.
Tail of the depiction of old descriptions of the infernal Devine.
Too many arms to count, and a voice so deep.
You can feel it choke the cold air of the void.
But . . . This is one form that exist with one that has yet to be put forth on display.
You have many names, many different bodies.
Yet you are only one part of the another one.
The one that has created the lake of venom you produce and reside in.
They're the source of beginning of Mr. Red eyes and the being that resembles a gargoyle with a forever kindling body.
The one who has unnerving determination.
The higher one, is rarely seen but represents our deepest truest desire.
Two beings in one higher one.
The duality of animalistic instinct and human intuition.
The higher one is beyond those constructs.
Beyond man-made morality, above the concept of "good and evil".
How they all walk amongst the space that intoxicatingly pitch black and embedded with they're poison."