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Satanic Rise



666 the devil had risen from the pits of hell

He came to earth on a mission to tell

The work was to kill and spill human blood

He told us all he will spill our blood

He said he will spill it all over the wall

He swore on his death he will kill us all

So he asked us all if we would join him by his side

I said yes and it was the turning of the tide

I joined his army of darkness and was given a gift

I took my hands and my shoulder skin I did rip

And out came a set of demon wings for me to become the devils commanding soldier

The first victim that I killed was from a boulder

I smashed his face into the ground

I thought about a joke so I said he lost a pound

Then I laughed and went on to finish my job

The next victim was a filthy slob

So I slit he throat and shed his blood

I ripped out his heart as it gave one last thud

This poem is about me so shut up and let me be