I am nothing more than a secret in this world,
one who's answer does not lie behind a door.
You can cry out for your god.
But I will make sure he comes no more.

I will show you true change,
I will show you true terror.
I will show you the truth,
along with humanity's errors.

You can think of me as a joke,
something released upon you for hate.
But by the time you notice my change,
it will be far to late.

So take a walk to my gates.
Drown in your terror.
Wash it out of your body,
along with your errors.

Only then will you see me,
you will see the true god.
And you can call me the devil,
but he is nothing more than a fraud.

I feel like nothing,
it's all that remains.
Its like eating a banquet,
yet nothing sustains.

I hate being empty,
I hate it to the bone,
I hate it more,
then my torn down home.

Someone fill me up,
bring back my emotions.
You can use black magic,
or herbal lotions.

Just bring me back,
to this world.

So I can do my job,
So I can be a herald.

All alone in this world,
without a single friend.
All I can do,
is wait for the end.

The light is gone,
replaced by darkness.
Their are no more songs,
there is nothing to confess.

So watch my sanity unravel,
as I am a tortured soul.
Watch as I am killed,
my blood dripping in their bowl.

A cup of light is all I can see,
The souls of the ******
flitter as they surround me.
But I can't help them.

I'm only a stranger in this land,
lost because of my own doom.

And I am in this land,
forever in this dark room.

It just sits there in the corner,
broken and lost without me.
It needs to be fixed,
so it can do its job freely.

Its ticking is gone,
replaced by only silence.
Its like being stuck
on the middle of the fence.

Time cannot go on,
if nothing can count it.
Its like saying you can have light,
when a candle not lit.

There he falls to his knees
Stung by a thousand bees
Close to his dying wife
Slowly draining of life

“No! This cannot take place!
Right here in my embrace,
My beloved soon dead!
Oh Lord, take me instead!”

“Cease all the liquid flow
And shine thy holy glow
Gently upon her spirit
She’s almost at her limit!”

From out of smoke and fire
Appears a spectre liar
To bring a twisted deal
That only blood may seal

“But what explains thy presence!?
To carry out her sentence!?
Wert thou sent by my lord!?
I’ll strike thee with my sword!”

His blade is raised but stilled
The eyelids as if peeled
Limbs paralyzed in terror
‘Twas that an awful error!?

‘Tis the odd spectre’s hold
On his form now so cold
Approaching the young girl
His words, start to unfurl:

“Of her I shall take care
If only wouldst thou dare
To grant to my possesion
Assets, for my collection”

“For riddles I care not!
Of those I’ve heard a lot!
What could someone like thee
Do now, to set her free!?”

Raising arms high above
It starts to cure his love
Making it seem so true
But stopping half-way through

“Thou art a seraph, right?
Please, bless her with thy light!
Please, what desirest thee?
Take anything from me!”

“To make her again whole
Requires thy own soul
It will suffice to mend
The wounds of a dear friend”

“Well, If it must be so
As I won’t let her go
My essence may fill hers
Seems like that she concurs”

Their fate was swiftly sealed
Turns out she was not healed
Both meant for hell’s inclusion
‘Twas all just an illusion


*The Promise Of Hell by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

I sit in my throne,
torture in my left hand.
Look at all this hatred,
running on my land.

You call me evil,
all I do is laugh.
You will have you fill,
I am but the last.

So call me Satan,
I will make you see.
You don't need friends,
after you meet me.

Temporary

I hate that word,
it shows that nothing lasts forever.
Its meaning is absurd,
almost useless in endeavor.

Everything is immortal,
dont you see?
You cant just solve inner turmoil,
with just one brass key.

So get that word out of my face,
I hate it with all my heart,
It has nothing to do with fate,
but more to do with the dark.