The Price of Evil Fame

My Dark Lord has sent for me, to carry out a phrophecy His loyal bride, of evil eternity Bred from loins of ancient royaly I willingly come to enforce what was meant to be The world will be stomped out by a fire legacy Look into thine eyes and know that this very being Will be the Queen...of Chaotic Catastrophe I've watched the world through my scrying mirror And have seen the pins of pain I know all abour self-destructive greed Mass murder and being insane Protected in my palace From all of life's twisted little games I've now risen from the South, To bring back the ones noted for their treacherous claims "Your evil deeds have caught up with you. Now your shit out of luck and your payment is due!" Rage filled ripe and purely black souls Hundreds of thousands to be brought down low You've all chosen your paths And have sealed you fates You can fight, or you can cooperate But either way I'm gonna march your ass on down to the devil's gate Locked up to be tortured and tamed The price is very high for the name of evil fame But you just had to have it The pleasure of inflicting pain Now Darkness is your only comforting companion And music, the rain. Lady Dame 2001I hope you like. I was thinking about what happens to evil souls who cross over. And...this is what came out. I have had this peice for a while, not sure what to do with it. I took out some lines and I think that it is satisfactory. Enjoy! S.N.D. Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 03:10 AM PST   0 • 10