The lamb Like Beast.

In this hell I stand, with the devine purity of knowledge beyond any;
for where dragons once stood, his spirit now lives in thee,
on devils ground i walk, with a defind purity of a fallen heaven,
that by grace i shall pass through these gates,
the planes that seperate me from your world has been broken...

by a tear drop the blooming of my reign,
controversy is my name,
and pain is my gain,
the gift of life i give to you-with all it's death and anguished suffering,
that which he has created must now fall,
he predicted this end - and i am the messenger,
when hell speaks all will hear!
When the mother weeps, you know the child is no longer in her care...
pig cultured and severed of all ties to humanity,
these demons live not only in dragons but in the swines of the deepest corners of the mind,
now that they are free all they crave are lives...

blood pigs we are and blood pigs we die!
hell is our home and heaven our fallen pride;
feeding on your fears and the lies,
these scarabs need not feed on flesh-they only want your thoughts,
deception comes not as the man him self,
but as the sheep with a broken leg-will you help?

Author's Note

this is one of my old poems, those who reviewed it before the admins fucked up! then you can feel free to not give another review, but it would be appreciated if you would do it again, cheers!