Am A prophet of his death

Am obsessed with the reverse of live (evil)
and possessed by the reverse of lived (devil).
I shall burn in deep contempt
because from the beginning I am condemned.
Through my eyes lives
not the one who believes
that be who you truly are
but one of them coming from afar.
shredding blood for wealth and power
and I shall serve till my last hour.
till i get home under the earth.
Am a prophet of his death.

longing for the great torment,
I await the day of judgment.
Am a parable of the lost but not found,
You may wonder how the screams of hell sound.
I suppose death awaits us all
we have to just wait for the call.
like wolves feasting in your flesh and blood
I have darkness invading my heart.
my thoughts are out of the ordinary
and my desires are of twisted imaginary,
I inhabit in the dark heart of the earth.
Am a prophet of his death.