Darkness befalls you in lush black weeping willows
I lived, I\'ve known longer than any
Do not think it a mere play thing child
\'Tis your life you will lose
\'Tis your soul you willingly give to the prince of lies
You like this, do you not?
You would like to know a world of this kind?
These creatures know not affection
They know not love
They know not peace
They know not healing
Except healing that of which is the power given to them by the prince of lies
You will know this to be true for they do not call upon the name of the Lord
They delight in death, it is their playground
To have dead bodies as their swings
Christian bones as the metal stairs of a slide
Blood dripping bodies of Christians as their actual slide
Lost souls as their volleyballs, soccer balls, footballs, softballs, etc.
Within a niche as them
do not be deceived
You will find no peace
You will find no love
For within them lies not a thing but a cold heart burnt from long since self destruction
I have seen
I have been
I have killed
I have lusted I have become a lover of women vampires
Care not actually to whom they love
Equal sex or other
I know how to have a child while being on of them
I know how to end being a vamp.
So tell me something I do not know
I\'ve been there and done that
Come to me if you wish to know more of my travels
Speak to me of your own travels
I wish to know how you have come to this darkened weeping willow of mine
(all this was my past all this was what I\'ve felt within and somewhat without from my dreams)