Drink from the cup
as i hope the poison touches your lips
that deaths immortal hand,
does squeeze tight around your soul.
to rip it from the hands of god,
and sink it to the very bowels of hell
only then to taste sweet vengance.
pure cyandide lethal to all compassion
a far cry from those that stand bellow me
my heart harsher than the winters wind.
devils bestowed with jewels to lead astay
they come with false smiles and full pockets
drink deep and we shall see whose heart is the farest.
half a dream lies in wake to redeem your death
in the shadows of the crucifix you stir
burnt in hell fire, for and eternitys vengance
no doubt the same fate for me
is written in the stars at which i gaze.
a fate no-more than i deserve granted
but my sin is no worse than any other
so i shall be dammed into dreams of hollow sanction.
The poison lay stiff in their coffins
no amount of prayers can revice the wretched soul,
a good job too, for no words of sorrow shall i utter
not but that of laughter shall pass from my lips.
of all my killings, this is my lasting memorial
a trubute to my ways,
no doubt i'll end up the same.
but it was i who marked thee first
so i shall remain and eternal demon in time
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