/lit/ - Literature

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Oh no my book was BURNED BECAUSE IT WAS HERETICAL, ITS AUTHOR PLACED UPON A PYRE OF THEIR HIDEOUS INFERNAL CREATIONS.

A MOMENT OF BLASPHEMY SPAWNS A LIFETIME OF HERESY.

The time has come and so have I,
I'll laugh last 'cause you came to die,
The damage done the pain subsides and I can see the fear clear when I look in your eyes.

I'll never kneel and I'll never rest,
You can tear the heart from my chest,
I'll make you see what I do best I'll succeed as you breathe your very last breath.

Now I know how the angel fell,
I know the tale and I know it too well,
I'll make you wish you had a soul to sell when I strike you down and send you *straight to hell*.

My army comes from deep within,
Beneath my soul beneath my skin,
As you're ending I'm about to begin my strength is pain and I will never give in.

I'll tell you now I'm the one to survive,
You'll never break my faith or my stride,
I'll have you choke on your own demise I make the angels scream,

And the devil cry.