For all the many sins bore from him to humanity, there will not be an end to his deviousness.
He who lusts for chaos to consume all, one who feasts on the disparity of the good willed.
In his actions he has forsaken the most precious gift of all.
Life wasted on eternal darkness that corrupts the mind, body and soul.
Life of misery, or according to the man,
Living the dream, trying to keep afloat,
What matter of hypocrisy is thus?
He speaks of reconciliation, only to betray your semi-openness and lead you to rage,
One who walks in darkness, hides in the shadow of others,
Awaiting his moment to reign chaos and ruin to the ones he claims to care about,
If one was to meet this man, they would see at first pity for him.
“What do you do for a living?” one might say,
“I do nothing.” He says,
“Surely you do something well then?” one might ask,
“Nothing you would understand,” He says,
He would be given sympathy and help only to attract more to give to him,
He walks off, leaving a shadow imbedded into everyone he sees.
And in everyone he meets, darkness encloses around them,
His stupidity and irrational manner hood only rises the most sinister thoughts,
The lust for chaos embeds his very soul,
There be no matter of light in him,
He is beyond help from the light,
Into the dark he goes, into the depths of Tartarus, willingly and openly into the hands of Lucifer,
And into Tartarus he shall stay, forevermore, in the darkness…