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Loathe!
My battle cry begins
To bring forth thousand sins
Mortals embrace your pride.
For another one has died.
Their soul's ablaze.
Engulfed in terror lost in dazes.
Inside a maelstrom of nightly glamor
A god's destructive hammer.

Shaping angels from their very foundation.
Holding their hands with great admiration.
A lustful vengeful aggressive temptation
The soul's ablaze with massive determination.
Death is escape; Alone I face annihilation.

Fear is accentual to our progress.
A generator giving out radical distress
Headless and blindsided by unending madness.
To blame, this hysterical sadness.
Their soul's ablaze
And forever lost in haze.
Armour of tormenting pleasures.
Thinking in abhor taking drastic measures.

A call to arms gear up for ignorance.
Face thy horrid abhorrence
Talking in mindless unintelligible sense.
Fogging so deeply making it immense.
Stupidity is the common defense.

Humans final resort is to act in ridiculous fashions.
Hold their hand with hundreds compassions.
A real wraith would know to stay away.
Allow them humans to wallow and let them pay.
Their soul's ablaze
Always to amaze.
Isolated in gates of ignorant hate.
Wallow in defeat we will die on a soon expiration date.