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Incubus
Incubus I was born beneath a midnight sky The moon traveled off its orbit Casting ghostly images across my newly opened eyes My soul was a sharpened sword Created in the fires of Hell Born into a world of pain and torture The screams of the condemned were my lullaby A thousand years of rage trapped in one heart I watched you eat your own Devouring the weaker souls Sending the stronger to war fighting for bastards and freaks You are the beast who calls me by name Still shunning me as an upcoming evil My mind was sharpened by ideas no one wanted From my birth I began to fear the light Worshipping the darkness of night Demons and dark fae were my friends Drinking and partying in underground clubs People’s nightmares were my fairy tale My life began nursing on the blood of a succubus Feeding on the flesh of the long dead The bravest turn from me Hiding in terror as I walk by But I was born on the day that you were born An unholy incubus created by man Born to learn what you didn’t want to know To keep the knowledge away from your young Yet, I knock on your door to tell you what I have learned How to stop the carnage that I created for my father You do not listen…you never listen Just know that you have been warned More and more die and murder Incurable illnesses ravage the lands All done in my name Now, I lay you down to sleep You better cross your heart before you die I will be waiting when you awake And you will know the hell that awaits you Your soul will be mine so that I may punish you Torture you for what you have done There is no Heaven for a soul like yours Only me and my Hell
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