Rising the evil

by NemetosSidhe   Oct 18, 2005


Looking up in the sky I knew somebody is up there.
Is it just the fear or belief the reason why I do not do my will?
Bloody hands and evil in hearts makes me hot.
I do not want to feel the pain
and still I`m not the thing I fear I will soon become.
It is bad,oh really bad all I want.
Just curiosity on the beginning,now is not.
Everything that God is not I started to be.
Do I make Him feel sick?
Am I blind or I just do not want to see?
Still am a virgin,but do I want to be?
The only thing I know:I wish to set my life free.
Only the fear puts my will in chains.
Well better be chained then be dead.
Satan is rising in me from day to day.
Oh,God,it is so bad the fact that I do not care.
A sane mind tells me that it will be my end,
but deep in my heart I want to feel a demon hand.
Still am loving,still I`m a good friend
I hope that all my good sides
will not turn to sand.
But then again,how happy would I be
if a demon would play a dirty games with me.

But I know it would be just a trade...
Selling my soul to the devil I would be dead.

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