Roaming in the dark
seeking life to take apart
Once a creature with a higher purpose
But after your missteps you began to hurt us

Destruction is what you live for
You want us to suffer because of our nature
"Baphomet I know it's hard, you don't know regret."
Try to be logical avoid your hateful thread.
Helping you is like a deathwish;
we know the dangers but we still accept it.

There he stands the creature of deception
In the eye of the beholder, he makes no exception..

I empty my mind in you
I whisper my sorrow in your ear,
make you think it's poetry

Written words in pain yet plain
You would like to know but no
In protest with truth you are
You accept lies from others,
put them in your gigantic mason jar

I can't condone myself
for the things I said
But emotions don't hang well with me
Yet you still want more of my sensuality

Lusting without trust
No feelings here that are similar to love
But still, you stay and worship me at night
You want to get inside my head
I don't like that idea let's just go to bed

A glance towards the innocent
Only you don't see it that way
You put your hatred into others
to make sure they will obey

Use and misuse the human rights
"Oh Baphomet your wicked ways"
The diversions you desire
The perversions sought on earth

Since dawn of time, your presence
brought men satisfying lies
Lust in the holy ****** her eyes
Baphomet a name full of essence

Praised by those who found you
To provide destruction
Hang the skeptics..

Pain is not a punishment
if it is created from your hands.
Your touch will make me feel again
heart beats fast, my mind runs empty.
  
Kissing you is not romantic
it is full of hunger, dominating.
Who overpowers lust
while eating each other's faces.

******* you is not just ******
it is a revelation itself.
The best feeling to be felt
you know my lips so well

Hating you is not a bad thing
cause hating means caring.
Something I will always do
I hate you for loving too.

Loving you is not amazing
it is the hardest thing to do.
Loving life is loving you
a foolish act, yet needed.

In the beginning
men birthed gods
creators of all and everything

Gods with and without faces
unreachable in life yet close in mind

All need to be perfect for gods
yet they ignore the fact that
they could be their own