Died-Smiling

there is a demon inside of me it's always fighting to be free with him i struggle day and night against his will i must fight i must stand strong against his power which is growing by the hour battered with an unrelenting hell everyday i fake all is well he tries to tempt me with desire using my anger to fuel his fire i must always resist his will his greatest wish is to kill his name is wrath and he lies within he is my evil, my deadly sin

lord of evil its time to rise climb from your pit and claim your prize the world of man is now yours send them pestilence, boils and sores they hate other nations to the core so give them what they want, send them war they boast of good crops and livestock send them famine, turn food to rock they try to hold on to every breath end their lives, send them death now their hope has been shattered their bodies and souls beaten and battered send in your legion, the army of hell the rivers of blood will start to swell all of mankind shall fall their bones shall line your dark hall you sit on your throne, your legion has won the war

there be none quiet like wrath for at the end of his great path there be only terrible pain what could you ever hope to gain then there's the one we call greed and his everlasting need to take and horde be it twig or sword and what of the other sloth there brother rather slow he is the love of sleep is all his then there's gluttony that bottomless pit be wary, don't call him a twit for he will swallow you quiet completely then digest you ever so neatly and the one they all call vain she is a constant unending pain always worrying about her face her constant self critisism a disgrace oh lets not forget the one called envy

there is a place of great torment where souls of the dammed do lament where tourtured screams of pain do sound from every poor cursed soul thats found with the rattle of chains that weigh them down they bestow upon their master a wicked crown he with great curved horns and pointed teeth he who rules the dark world beneath he torments his subjects just out of spite they pray and beg in vain for light and there he sits upon his throne and he seems quiet alone save his servents the poor lost souls his heart is but a gapeing hole there he awaits to return to a former might when the world above is free of gods burning light

The Dark Winter Night By Died Smiling the time that chills my very bones the sound of the wind's icy tones that send a shiver down my spine they let me know the time is mine to disappear out of sight into the dark frozen night people search and search in vain my body never to seen again if anyone tries to pass off this work as thier own there will be punishment