My Lord

Who are the wicked ones under the light. Hiding their minds from all to see.

Who are they to only publish such evil and not share it with me. 

A life so devine each and every time to thine heart beats the truth. Never hidden beneath.

Solitary solo ghost evil whisper i love the most. I seek and find the darkness inside. To always open in my sky. 

A passageway found to easy is a foolish mistake you must show your colors. Prove you are not fake. 

If you are as vain as I you must realize we are surely devine. Part of the same darkness light.

Never hidden beneath or locked away to find new souls to practice foul play in a manner that we all stay safe.

Deathly hallows and burning stinch of mortal souls that repent the graves are shallow and represent the darker lord of our convenent.

No remorse no regrets life is death remember this. A body so pure and dedicated for a love of the dark is educated.