An old little poem, from Astaroth's POV. Enjoy…

As God Created Me

I love to be mean,
I love to be cruel,
Yells of others are my fuel.

Blood streaming all around
Hearing no more than the sound
Of the cries and moans,
Reflecting the pain that grows.

Pity I do not have,
I don't even know what is real,
I just live to kill,
It makes me chill.

It fills me of pleasure,
The suffering of others is my treasure,
I can't live without it,
It makes me real, it makes me fit
Into the monster I'm meant to be,
As God created me…