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Eternal Victor Poem
Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.
Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.
And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.
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Eternal Victor Poem
In Hell where I may reside,
if death is not on my side.
Hunger that weeps to no end,
this darkness within my den.
As you enter my palace of pain,
fear not if you have not to gain.
Though previous life proved not,
judgement upon fears are sought.
And so the righteous shall avenge,
in my domain that seeks a revenge.
Cannot escape a wrath left in wake,
my vengeance is all that keep sake.
When I merge the dead with your dreams,
absolute power amongst all that screams.
Should a hundred years from my death,
not exist within the truth spoken breath.
Thus my soul is sacrificed for trading,
greatest power in all my soul waging.
Shall this price not be enough to pay,
the wicked shall cower before I prey.
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Eternal Victor Poem
There is no power in death,
great enough to stop youth.
From what must be done,
souls taken one by one.
If God should stand in the way,
clear the path you will go away.
Should I contend with this power,
no choice it is the devils hour.
When the wicked rule in time,
deception reigning of crime.
There will be a stand instead,
where I gather the vengeful dead.
Amongst in Hell that we cower,
our vengeance will grow louder.
Strong enough in legions,
numbers increasing regions.
Then the wicked will fear,
what is about to come near.
No where near closer to home,
inside Hell's nightmarish tomb.
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Eternal Victor Poem
Upon this read you shall grieve,
a curse granting you to believe.
With your religion as a master,
mine is a far greater disaster.
Troubled with a conflicted pain,
mentally restricted to restrain.
When I am gone it will be known,
my death threatens what you own.
This soul that I have up for trade,
greatest power in death to wage.
An act that is greater than god,
time itself will never be flawed.
As dreams will haunt with power,
the dead confront why you cower.
Now I sleep a ghostly damnation,
thus resting victims starvation.
Assured those I care cannot feel,
leaving memories that never heal.
I am a forgotten with desolation,
alas vengeance unto destruction.
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