I Meant To Hurt You
I meant what I said every word.
Words of dark painful truth.
Words of pain an abucus of mine suffering.
So hurtful I meant every word.
Words spoken, words that wound.
I care not.
Words filled with hate a hate so great.
MY words did wound so deep did
the knife blade slice and enter your putrid flesh.
Stinking and rotten.
I care not just die!
So what if I made the blood flow so
proud I am I have the power of black,
magick on my side.
Give the Devil his sacrifice.
With my left hand I bring it.
Tears of blood flow but they are not mine,
only my victims.
I care not rot in Hell!
The knife cuts and woumds even deeper,
slicing through your stinking rotting flesh.
A sword of power I hold.
AS your blood turns black into the blood stained earth below.
I care not Legon claim your sacrifice I created in your name.
So great is this victims everlasting pain.
The fires roar the demons dance and howl.
You are cursed for eternal damnation.
I care not this is your just reward. I plunge my sword deep
twist it this way and that laugh at your stupid tears.
My reign is terrible but I don't care a master at hate is what I have become.
by Dark Gothic Rose
