The Eternity of Darkness
The darkness of eternity is sparked by my livid hatred.Those lesser daemons of patch work skin prance around my fire.
Sing the ancient songs of ruin.
Let your fathers wrath be known.
Feel what I feel little disfigured gnomes.
The wasted years of loving and living this promised lie.
You will be happy, you will be joyous in the creation.
I feel the hot salty bile rising in my throat.
Shall I spew this tasteless life on the ground.
The darkness of eternity is sparked by the rules of the creator.
So that all his sons must follow, good or evil.
I praise my free will, sheltering it like a last morsel.
In the pocket of a hungry man, will he give the same to me.
When Hell is soulless what becomes of its caretaker.
Shall he pay for the workings of his dancing minions.
Shall he return from whence he came.
Shall the darkness of eternity collapse upon him.
Maybe just maybe he will be forgiven, and take comfort in the thought he was doing his job........
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