Souls he stripped
Commanded within his heartless shell
Souls he destroyed
Lives caved in; lives that fell

Love that he longed for
Evil paradise
Flesh and bones did not satisfy
Only blood would suffice

Satans pheonix
The devil rises once more
From the ashes he's reborn
Into a world of law

Which was nothing to him
And nothing to followers
But quill on paper
Never meaningful; never in control

Power hungry
Subtly there
Aware

Of the awe he creates
Chooses fates

For the world is his puppet
A puppet is his world
Unfurled

Followers eagerly there
Aware
Of their piece of the pie
Which he never gives; no rewards
No supply
Of energy, reaction, or time in this world
It's his; and freedom's more precious than gold.