Devils Deliverance

I crave to bludgeon, the body’s life,

my heart excels to the execution.

I play with life to my own sense,

I take life at my will.

The strong willed minds entertain me,

as the suffering lasts so long.

The weak willed minds amaze me,

as their struggle is so strong.

I have no right for what I do,

But what is right to me?

I only want the blood to flow,

the blood that sets me free.

This makes my death worth living

This makes my death so strong.

The things I do, I do for strength.

And the reason? There’s none at all.

I am to you the criminal of injustice.

But to myself, I am the righteous,

the righteous of the devil.