The Art of Hell Fire
Oh my pawns of this twisted game,
Can you feel the heat of the flames?
Can you feel the rapture,
as you fall to Death's capture?
Can you feel my anger?
Can you feel my burn?
Can you even begin to understand
my life's new turn?
Can you feel my confusion,
can you feel my hate?
Can you see me walk into the fire,
where my destiny awaits?
Can you see my blade
that drips with your blood and my sin?
Can you sense my glee and
see my morbid grin?
Think you can rob me of my life?
I think not.
Think I am still your friend?
Think again.
If I am just a puppet,
then so are you.
If I'm to be controlled,
then you will too.
I'll gain control of your mind
because fates are intertwined.
You can't escape me, Strife
For I am your other Life.
So take a look at your town and
see me smit your paradise.
Allow me to bring you my gift of
Eternal Demise.
What a sweet beauty this is
to be painted on a dull canvas.
My masterpiece creation of dire
titled: The Art of Hell Fire