Don't just sit there so cold my friend,hanging around,fooling
Yourself, from all your debauchery,your madness and all your sins.
Tear, tear apart if you can, all the structures of my soul.
While your own world full of lies dissolves
Inside and out, to clay and dust, and then will vanish to nothing...
Collecting all the spoils is your game, cursed from
Birth by all the gods themselves, your houses,are dwellings of just
Frozen bones,crosses buried into the very sea of your dispair...
Call them, call out the four winds, your angels friends from hell to
Help you in your quest, for total control and global destruction!
Go on, and continue your evil and wicked ways, your black
and macabre dance with death,appointed prince of all
The undead,messenger of sin, dispair and perdition.
Dance, dance away to death,all over the earth, till you go back to hell.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2002
