Cold, quiescent clouds of crimson rain
Thick drops of pain
Falling on your lips, drying in the crevices
From a crown of twigs entwined

They guffaw at your shame,
and the effervescence of a dieing name
And I take pleasure in them that do them

It feels as if I defied Life
Taking control of your destiny,
Having your soul hang on a thin line
Holy puppet on a string

And I cannot help but wonder, what was on your mind
Was it Why?
Was it I Knew?
What was it that made you cry

The incentive of your annihilation need not explain, I was
altered by an orgasmic wickedness. It feels good everywhere
Darkness. Heaviness. Demonic aura taking over my skin
The Devil Himself was manifesting through my stare

Uncanny sweats trinkled when I pressed against your cheeks
From this rushing writhing high
The adrenaline flowing to and through my heart
And from my lips a poisonous kiss

It felt right
It felt great
Powerful
Indeed, I made you bleed

Becoming something more than just a man
But a Satan
Mothers and fathers dare to name their children Judas
Not forgetting the reluctance of mentioning it

Even I can become a God
For years you have convinced them of the Messiah
Within a day I became like a God, a namesake forever revered
My presence is an ill blessing

Pieces of silver were just an additional benefit
The accolade was to show the world That in the darkness
The Truth
For it is in the darkest cavern I gaze and see for what is the light

It told me like hot candle wax on my eyes
You are a Sadist
Taking away the sweet vanilla extracts of life. They I desire
My simplest God given pleasures you deny

...it is done,
the world has already grown thin of you
Now die with the shock
Let your last gasp seep
Quietly...