A pristine soul
Once clean and pure,
The goodness ripped out,
The light is no more,
His maniacal laugh
Echoes through night,
His senseless fury
At all that is right,
Demented demons
Rampage through his mind,
He whispers the words
That Satan designed,
A tormented soul
So twisted and black,
Screams in the darkness
As he starts to attack,
The rancid stench
Of death all around,
A corpse decomposing,
All sanity unwound,
Depravity rules
Destruction his goal,
Malevolent actions
Of a tortuous soul,
Pestilence, plague
He does them so well,
Then viciously takes you
To the place we call Hell.
Honorable winner
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