You once shall meet me,
In many forms come I.
A creeping knife, an ominous pall,
A particle in your dense sky.
I play music, you see.
But, this music isn't pleasant.
It combines every element of malice.
Chains and whips ravage your ****** drums,
And I take you in.
You fall to your knees, and your eyes burst from pressure.
I keep playing mine tune on mine horrid instrument.
The aria of the Antichrist is formed into a choir, of the demons and Malakai, Loki and Lucifer.
The screeching is played too fast for your eardrums. They rupture.
Suddenly, the crease of reality breaks.
You are ****** into a shale-colored vortex, never to be again; listening to the wretched howl of the demons below.
You once met me,
In many forms came I.
I felt pity for you, and played you a soft tune,
But you only heard screeching while you died.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
You once shall meet me,
In many forms come I.
A creeping knife, an ominous pall,
A particle in your dense sky.
I play music, you see.
But, this music isn't pleasant.
It combines every element of malice.
Chains and whips ravage your ****** drums,
And I take you in.
You fall to your knees, and your eyes burst from pressure.
I keep playing mine tune on mine horrid instrument.
The aria of the Antichrist is formed into a choir, of the demons and Malakai, Loki and Lucifer.
The screeching is played too fast for your eardrums. They rupture.
Suddenly, the crease of reality breaks.
You are ****** into a shale-colored vortex, never to be again; listening to the wretched howl of the demons below.
You once met me,
In many forms came I.
I felt pity for you, and played you a soft tune,
But you only heard screeching while you died.