We are all possessed by rage,
At times we deny at times we agree,
Dancing along with the demonic sage,
We are the demons on a destruction spree,
We devour ourselves in the hope to be complete,
We cherish ourselves, only, everything else is illusion,
And this illusion is casted by we,
Where we seek peace in the destruction.
We loathe the sins of other souls in sight,
We deal with our greed on the virtue of sanity,
We are all have none but a little fright,
Seeking logic for our customary depravity.
We setup our rules, we set up our morals,
We define these rules by the ink of fear,
We manipulate them accordingly in the hours of horror,
And for the reason of failures we hold them dear.
For the rage, for the sin,
For the blasphemous kin,
We have the provision for all of the deeds,
Come, come and witness the humane demon’s creed