Terror
My birth came,
Among the lion’s club,
I was trained to devour,
By the ectasy of nature.
Then I became a vampire,
All in the name of act,
And my days fill with grieve,
Because I was swallowed by hatred.
I could not let go of preys,
Victims overwhelmed at my sight,
Then I became too cruel,
And a masterplan of mischievous.
Flesh became wood,
Bones to rods,
And breath like vapour,
Could I be the antichrist?.
I lead to destroy nations,
And I gathered my demons,
All to solitude,
To eradicate the wrath upon me.
Who am i?
And God kept quiet,
Man of mortal flesh,
Born of woman.
Made known by cruel,
And my soul lingered to destroy,
What will happen to my carcass?
When I fell ! .
What will be of my future?
Oh” I better disappear,
And be seen no more,
In the page of the noble.
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