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The past for me has come and gone,

I can’t look back and wish it different.

I am no longer that innocent youth,

who met his fate in the dark of night.



Ignorant I was of these facts of black,

thinking I was safe from all that’s evil.

Then it appeared from out of the flames,

changing my existence forever more.



Reaching in my chest it yanked my heart,

out through all of my flesh and bone.

Yet I never lost my conscious thought,

never dropped to the ground to bleed and die.



All that was good in me now gone forever,

with the blood that dripped from it’s grip.

Now I am but one of it’s minions,

doing it’s evil deeds while on this earth.



A disciple of Satan is what I now am,

causing hate, death, and destruction.

My path is riddled with the evil that’s left,

my past no longer meaning anything to me.