Words guided and told, within events of late.
My words hold meaning, opposite to yours in fate.
For your words were discarded, empty as they are.
My thoughts are in the open, and for all to see.
You cannot try to conceal the truth that is with me.

Path of evil is which I walk.
Path of evil is what I desire.
All I do in the name of my Sire.
Bow for the greatness that is He.
Kneel or die, faith awaits thee.

Pathetic attempts to silence me.
What is it that scares thee?
Cowardice, you claimed, was inside of me.
Cowardice is what makes -you- refuse to see.
Lecture me no more until you understand.
For now and ever, Evil holds the upper hand.

Futile attempts crumble and turn to dust.
Evil is what sapience does not trust.
But before you judge with your judgemental ways.
Perhaps you should stand still and listen to what someone says.

Listen, listen and understand.
Understand.


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Scarlatan, in the year 361 AF.