(Poetry) My Death
I felt your icy fingers upon my soul as you gazed into my eye.
I heard your demons beckoning as you lifted up your Scythe.
You called my name within your list as you wrung your hands in glee.
You beckoned my soul to heed your call but you won’t set me free.
I’ve earned a special place in your realm of suffering and pain.
You’ve waited for souls just like mine in this existence and plane.
I’d lead your minions of harvested souls that have lost their way in life.
To enhance Mankind’s suffering by creating mass pain and strife.
I’d be f***ed to live and to suffer on the Earth right now.
I’d have no joy and misery by taking unhallowed vows.
I’d exist on this plane in misery with the ignorant souls on this Earth.
I’d corrupt all the innocent souls from the time of their birth.
Since time began you searched throughout and harvested souls like mine.
You patiently waited for our time of death and collected us by design.
Some are minions, some are demons and some are like I am;
We would exist on this Earth as Generals of the Damned.
You commanded me to survive and corrupt all innocent souls,
By recruiting your minions one at a time by manipulation and control.
Exuding your will through maliciousness, I get the souls you desire.
So you’ll have the souls you crave for your unholy funeral pyre.
I’d lead your minions throughout the Earth, seeking the souls to reap.
I’d lead your demons throughout the land for those souls you want to keep.
I’d do your bidding on this Earth where God has abandoned the land.
I’d harvest the souls on this world where His holy name is banned.
I’d command the Unholy minions about as we cause suffering and pain.
I’d commit your armies into the fight and strengthen your domain.
I’d lead your f***es into this war with your banner held up high.
We’d harvest the souls to join the cause or increase your evil supply.
By your command I’d lead your troops with another banner in place,
by hiding the truth in an Army of Light as I command with another face.
I’d use His armies’ powers and the weapons that I know so well.
I’d collect those souls that you desire and fill the Abyss of Hell.
Master, I obey thy orders to me and submit to your evil will.
I’ll lead your minions throughout this Earth to ****, pillage and kill.
Master, I will do your beckoning and others will hear your call.
The Unholy will only grow in size as we conduct your evil cabal.
For flesh is weak and the will is soft, I’ll heed your evil command.
I’ve led your minions and collected souls out in the desert sand.
Mercenary minions of your will, we’ve lost our souls and grace.
We are the Soldiers of the Damned who lost identity and face.
We are the Ones that are tempted by the simple sins in life.
Tempted by adventure and profit, we cause chaos and strife.
We are the Masters of Misery and Pain and carry your bidding so well.
Replenishing your minions with fresh souls for the Eternal Armies of Hell.