Dusk on a dreary December day.
A brisk cool breeze blowing by the bay.

Billowing black smoke stacks, iron smelt.
Dull, dark, and disturbing a devil's deal is dealt.

Theres tremendous tension throughout this town.
Crisis, chaos, and confusion, these cretins crave a new crown.

Terrible tales of a titanic tragedy beset by the trinity.
Capture control through the calamity, and claim divinity.

A friendly face behind a false god.
Satan and his servant structured this falsetto of fraud.

The lord has left these lands.
Blood spilt stains our hands.

We're the arbiters to our own prosecution.
Awake and embrace your absolution....

Malevolent marauder mildly enjoying my own madness.
A sorrowful empty corpse staining souls with sadness.
Meanwhile your malady meek mind doesnt realize your mistake.
Spectacular speech spewed from sour sources hides heartbreak.
Methodically maintaining your misery fueling my malice.
Strategic secrets spur satisfying servitude to sully my callous.
My minds a melting *** of mayhem that meanders into manipulation.
Sanity shrinking ever so small, subordination leads to suffocation.
Misunderstood and misled, toxic as mercury mixed with lead.
Sadistic and shameless, should just slit my wrists and remain nameless.....

Exhilarating experiences of ecstasy exist with your embrace,
Elevating expectations ensuring disappointment and disgrace.
Disillusion to dreams, diluted by doubtful decisions still dwelling.
Despite the dominating difficulties my devotion still swelling.
Shattering scenes seep in the minds eye, shadows to sinister to speak.
Slavery within thy self, surrounded, silent, split, and oh so weak.
Wretched and wrecked willing to walk the whole world to witness your warmth.
Wondering if a wonderous woman like you would welcome my withering wry wrath.
Well I guess we'll see what happens.