We are the beautiful
the forgotten and lost
screaming feeding and blissful
Damnation the cost

we are the wicked
the faul and unclean
bringing forth sorrow  
And atrocities  unseen

Content in our malice
Our home is macob
Using blessed hatred
To finish the  job

we are the prideful
the finished and gone
Leaving only the sobbing
Like a ever looping song