Some people say I'm evil.
Those people may be right.
Makes me wonder what they fear.
When they lay there head down at night.
Some say that I'm a demon.
An angel of the dark.
Are they speaking the truth?
Or is it just a remark.
For I can be the villain.
I know how to play the part.
I can be so cruel and unloving.
With this icy, cold, black, heart.
You can call me the devil.
For Lucifer I'm not.
But I can take your soul.
I will watch it rot.
What you see as evil.
To me it is just fine.
I will bleed you out.
Your blood will be my wine.
For I have killed before.
I will kill again.
It would bring me pleasure.
To watch you die my friend.
To see you hurt and suffer.
To watch your life go out.
To see the fear in your eyes.
When you see what Death's all about.
I can not be a savior.
For all of us are damned.
We all end up in that pine box.
When we meet our end.
We all get put under dirt.
Get eaten by the worms.
Or flesh will rot off.
With this I've come to terms.
For I do not fear death.
I welcome it's embrace.
I know that you all fear it.
You fear that final fate.
I love to watch you ponder.
About when you're going to die.
While I just have a drink with Death.
Look at him and sigh.
But your pain gives me pleasure.
The weakness of your soul.
The little things that bring me joy.
The things that make me whole.
For I am ready for my death.
I'm ready for yours too.
So you should just stop running.
There's nothing you can do.
I want to watch you die.
Put you in the ground.
Watch all of your mourners.
And never make a sound.
I want to see the dirt.
Pile on top your grave.
It would bring me pleasure.
The euphoria that I crave.
After you are gone.
I'll visit now and then.
Soon I'll be there to join you.
That I don't know when.
But I hope you get what you deserve.
In the after life.
I hope you go through torture.
That would bring me such delight.
I'm ready for my suffering.
The taste will be so sweet.
For then you will see evil.
And serve right at it's feet.
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