Lord of the Flies
In the shadows of Hell House,
Behind a darkened door.
Evil lurks with greedy eyes,
Where the light shines never more.
In search of wayward souls,
To cast in dungeons deep.
Beelzebub imprisons,
Those to face eternal sleep.
Their lust is but his weapon,
Their envy feeds his glee.
Behold the Lord of the Flies,
Growing fat on gluttony.
His will grows ever stronger,
While the weak forever prays.
On their knees in servitude,
Until the end of days.
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