In the Devils Path
He has left his touch ,
I know this much by the vacant stares they posses .
He has since passed through ,
And his evil too with the curses I loathe and detest.
His reign will not end ,
Until man is condemned and all that he seeks is wiped out ,
All pure is consumed ,
Savaged and ruined
Left to rot without doubt.
The stench that remains ,
Drives a stake through the pain ,
To remind of the torture that's been ,
Felt but not touched ,
Though tasted too much ,
So alive - it'll never be seen
For hope cannot thrive ,
If there's no hope alive ,
Nothing but dark destitution ,
Your spells here won't work ,
On the demons that lurk ,
For this is our last retribution.
22/11/11
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