i
I speak my mind in rhyme;
Disintegrating evil on obsidian wings
hell bent Raven no longer sings...
Vaporizing hate, sin and greed
Devil's invasion fills our need...
ii
Raven responds in prose;
I am but a messenger, deliverer of terror, a dismal speck in a sea
of wrong doers. you all have created me with your deeds of
hatred. I am but an innocent bird that was born to sing of
love, freedom and hope.
I was chosen by evil itself, and now you destroy me with
your words, your interaction of good.
iii
I speak my mind in rhyme a second time;
You shall return back to the dust which you came
spreading your words of dread in the Devils name
you'll no longer bask in Satan's game...
iiii
Ravens last prose before his demise;
One day you'll see, it's not me, you're all doomed
I simply deliver what is asked of me. a hired hand if you will.
a deal made long ago with the shadows. the lurking darkness
for which i was drawn. in hindsight i shall never of landed in
the hand of evil, but.....