Can you hear the anger in my voice?
This is your fault you had a choice.
Now your running and trying to hide,
All because of your many lies.
Tear drenched eyes plead with mine,
To you I no longer can be kind.
Then suddenly the scene changes;
My hands are bloody and I feel this strangeness.
A thirst for blood frightens me as it runs thru my veins,
My ears perk up at the sound of my name.
Standing in a crimson puddle,
Your shaking, crying, slowly dying.
You let the Devil come in and take control,
And I had decided I would never let mine go.
Pounding ice cold rain drenches our skin,
You say, "He was the Devil, I knew I would not win."
Blasphemous you speak to me!
No longer will your soul be free.
I did not make this foolish choice,
You should have listened to your inner voice.
Now God's wrath shall be felt,
The Devil's cruelty will be dealt.
So be prepared for what's in store,
For your no longer welcome here anymore.
