Sanctified in Sin

Calm entity entered in disguise, silence before the scream, walked in flesh and clotted blood. No empathy, no sympathy— only rage and a ticking bomb. Each slay, barbaric despair. Each pulse, a metronome of fate. Each breath, a ticking alibi. Invasion. Foul play. Mind occupied, inquiring around— an art of silent prayers no one understands. Lucifer commands, all in delusion. Garnished trophies to remember the names. No fumbling, no rambling— only mind-twisted monsters, carved in bones and thirsty for more. Breathe in fresh air, roam through crowded spaces, slow and calm, wearing a veil of illusion. Wearing gloves of blood, just like you and me— he vanishes into thin air. He doesn’t chase, doesn’t flee, just the blade cutting through— then smiles in your mirrors, Whispers the satanic lullabies, a cold-blooded monster burried in a coffin that nobody knows.