Gloom emanates from the valley of corpses,
of great men, lesser men and murderers of the masses.
Pristine black is the shade of death
say the wisest of scholars.
The serpentine Devil
spreads his blackish evil.
Satan his name and unholiness his game;
lustful leverage shields his execrable aim.
The rapist, the assassin, the corrupt breed
are his kin and are fond of misdeed.
The Devilish demon resides in the heart of hatred
and harbours in agnostic souls; flourishing within the spritually weak.
Forever he hides and improbable seems his seek.
If allowed to unleash, havoc is what he loves to wreak.
Hell-bound God's misled creations stand in millions
turning brother against brother; a massacre across millenniums
He does not mourn a single demise,
instead carries a sinister smile for his pusillanimous premise.
Deep if you go into the workings of the behemothic Anti-God's arms
you shall be lured atheistically by His treacherous charms.
Forgetting the torridity of hell, one enters His House;
A gargantuan mansion away from the Church, Temple and Mosque,
with Mysterious music and semi-audible sounds all around
mocking the Almighty absurdly surmount.
The Prince of Darkness rules the Kingdom of Sins
and your foul acts cause His wins.
Your boiling blood and body ablaze is of course his eternal gain.
Giving you transient pleasure and permanent pain,
His sly efforts never ever go in vain.
Thus Lucifer and his minions reign!
-KAZIM
of great men, lesser men and murderers of the masses.
Pristine black is the shade of death
say the wisest of scholars.
The serpentine Devil
spreads his blackish evil.
Satan his name and unholiness his game;
lustful leverage shields his execrable aim.
The rapist, the assassin, the corrupt breed
are his kin and are fond of misdeed.
The Devilish demon resides in the heart of hatred
and harbours in agnostic souls; flourishing within the spritually weak.
Forever he hides and improbable seems his seek.
If allowed to unleash, havoc is what he loves to wreak.
Hell-bound God's misled creations stand in millions
turning brother against brother; a massacre across millenniums
He does not mourn a single demise,
instead carries a sinister smile for his pusillanimous premise.
Deep if you go into the workings of the behemothic Anti-God's arms
you shall be lured atheistically by His treacherous charms.
Forgetting the torridity of hell, one enters His House;
A gargantuan mansion away from the Church, Temple and Mosque,
with Mysterious music and semi-audible sounds all around
mocking the Almighty absurdly surmount.
The Prince of Darkness rules the Kingdom of Sins
and your foul acts cause His wins.
Your boiling blood and body ablaze is of course his eternal gain.
Giving you transient pleasure and permanent pain,
His sly efforts never ever go in vain.
Thus Lucifer and his minions reign!
-KAZIM
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