Death's Ode: Society

A poem with Death's point of view. About society and morals.

Souls, and souls, and souls
Shall I take!
My laugh echoes with delight
Thine world, thine mortal world,
is filled with my evil
Delusional art thou all
to thinkest that thou art noble and civilized
Thine ancient ancestors were more civilized than thou!
Thou try to hidest thine dark ambition
Thy fool thine neighbors with thine ruse
But not I
I see thine lies and treatchery
My harvest is more plentiful than ever
Thine souls, all of thine souls, art mine
Burn. Burn! 
Thou art creations of my demons, not angels
The inferno awaits thou
Slaves of mine thou wilt be
So continue with thine dark ambition
I shall be waiting
Souls, and souls, and souls
Shall I harvest in plenty
From this 'noble and civilized' society I take
Mine, thy souls shalt be, mine

Author's Note

Another one in my "Death's Ode" series. Once again, I'm not entirely sure what I think about the style. I just started writing these one day in class and didn't stop until I had written a few.