The sick
The lost
The irreparably ruined
The would-be erased
And forgotten slime
Your Spirit-core's corrosion
The hatred to replace
Your every fall from grace
I am!
Stabbing out at virtue
Commit another murder
A betrayal of your self
And kind, in one
Your hypocrisy
Your heresy
The chasm at the center
Of your empty fucking heart
I am!
Your Exile.
Abandon me in horror
Your cowardice is showing
Your naked fear
But my black heart
Shall always beat
You cannot kill your hatred
I'll only hate you from another world!
Armus
Ebon well, corruptor black
Your sin continues
While you're far away
In your absence
I'm committing all your crimes
Delectable victims
I'm playing with my prey
In feverish revulsion
To beauty blind.
How I hunger for suffering
To force your Hubris so vile
Upon a visitor to my worldly Hell
The blood will be on your hands
I am!
Your Exile!
Armus!
Hated wretch
Poison blade in the back.
Your beauty dazzles all who see you
But your pride is only glowing
Cause I am here
And my black heart will always beat
You cannot kill your hatred
I'll only hate you from another world.
You call me it
Does that mean I'm not alive
Your compassion for life
I do not share at all
Your pain fails to amuse me
The emptiness remains
A skin of evil shed
Alone.
Bleed
In your synaptic ruin
You deserve nothing
Paltry clay
But I will grant you pain
They've deserted you
Just like her
I felt her die!
They won't come back.
A means of surfacing
All corrosion
Erupting, spreading, connecting
It formed a second skin
Dank and vile
Yes you!
Discarded and left.
Save your compassion
Your gift overrated
Revolting thing you offer like a prize
Invulnerable hatred
On your attacks I feed
There is no escape
You die from a flake of my revenge.
Ebon well
Corruptor--black!
How does it feel to touch the idol of your hate?
Are you ready to die? Tell me you're not afraid
Stare into the center, the gaping wound, the bleeding hole within
Know there is no healing force
No tourniquet to stave off your soul's approaching end.
Hated wretch
Poison blade--in the back!
I do not serve things evil, I am
Your exile
Forever, alone, immortal
Wading in the dead
Lost in their vacant stares!
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