shiny and gold
perception beholds.
deep down, alone
it hungers for pain
and the resulting quench
of vengeful bloodbaths;
desserts served cold.
but you cant see where
lies the beast.

to gander down that dark path
just to gaze and chaos and terror,
this bold brave exterior
struggles to contain-
the thing that should not be.

now run along,
before i sing my song.
the hymm of genocide and nothingness after,
the last thing your mortal ears
shall ring and hear.
face me and perish,
run and die,
inevitable.