Angel With Four Black Wings

Misplacing sanity,
I walk the streets at midnight,
my life lapsing in calamity;
and the world begins to change.
The very shapes of trees
are like frozen screams,
a strident silence
from the most abysmal dreams.
The road in which I walk
is a field of severed heads.
Maggots and ravens frenzy
to feed on the dead.
Preternatural cries
satiate my mind
in ways that I cannot describe
and I become slow.
My hate begins to grow.
My world, so black and gray,
takes on a crimson glow.
I grit my teeth
so hard my gums bleed,
an adrenaline flow
from the gods below
I yearn for chaos and carnage
I yearn for death, so glorious,
so great, harmonious.
I yearn to shake the Earth,
as it screams in agony,
fill the world with torture and tragedy!
The grovelers would subject their soul
to 'OL GOD KING, CANNIBAL COL!
I am the angel with four black wings,
totalitarian, a god among men.
I rise with demons, filled with hate and greed.
I force your world into a bitter end.
Soaring over great Norway,
I beheld battles of vikings,
devoured corpses of plenty,
filched their power for my own,
pillaged your world in a rampage,
a devastating prod.
Now, I tower over all,
a new insatiable god.... of.... death!!!!,
a wreath of thorns,
a scepter of bone,
a blood stained heir
to a blood-soaked throne.