The Sleep of Reason Breeds Monsters

The demon spawns temptation in the minds of mortal men Exposed is their dark desires, lifted from the pits of hell Evil breeds in the fiery depths of Satan’s beastly lair Seeds planted to grow in shadowed corners of a heart Abysmal minds of the frail are openly inclined to accept blasphemous words angrily spit from irreverent lips His rancid breath lights a wick that bursts into flame; a dastardly exploit, a wicked game orchestrated by Bael, infernal king with power to devour the weak, the frail The fallen one leaches on mankind’s thirst for lust Inside a mind he creeps, contorting visions in dreams A soulless corpse lies where a man reasonably slumbered encumbered by vile creatures at the Devil's command Taken by Satan's hand, a life fuels death’s appetite His Craft forged in the hotbeds of his dwelling place A two-faced fiend, slayer of men, father of the lie Skillfully he plies his trade with false promises he's made His dirty deeds spring from need and jealous greed No sleep comes to the one trapped in eternal torment Screams are cries of fear the devil craves to hear He accepts no alibis; no second chance does he give There's no escape from the clutch of his sharpened claws He'll hold you eternally, without resurrection from the grave Darkness falls from his shadow, across every land Scoring souls of modern man from depths of their despair. He seeks the lost and wicked who'll do his sinful bidding. Fair warning: be mindful when weary and in need of rest for the Dark One is a bird catcher, waiting to pounce and capture those he knows he can lead astray *Edited by Lin*