Ancestral Home

The putrid smell of humanity sickens me!
I brood on when I might return to my ancestral home...
Visions of all the fallen angels in the deepest pits of hell!

Bemused by the tormentor...
As you stand a top the highest spire,
blood fills the skies...

Somber am I
While many are enticed by,
your malevolent eyes!
Callous am I,
as I watch you feed upon,
the Carnal lust of the weak...
My mind fills as I hear the
legions cries!
Rage fills me with revulsion!
when my infernal visions of,
home came to an end...

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