The dark one sits apon his thrown of skulls
And surveys the land he has ravaged
His eyes light up at each perverted deed is committed
Each innocent is lost for ever for the touch of mortal flesh
Each person killed and tortured by his followers
The Evil that ferments the world has flourished into a jaded Rose
Its petals spreading in a circle of Sin
Feeling like a fool inside
Seeing all the things that he tried
One lone pebble in the river of life,
Running thick with the black puss of Evil
I stand alone
Before the Dark one I renounce him and his kindred and followers
The Thorns of barbed wire on the metal steam of the Rose
Dripping with the blood of the Innocents
IT WILL NOT DRIP WITH MINE!
The Dark ones hollow eyes sweep across me and I see the inevitable
But Courage is the strangest of Human emotions
It boils and bubbles like an Alchemists potion
The fome strengthening the human mined,
Body
and
soul
I see others, larger stones and smaller stones
Gathering as the Torrent of polluted water
Brings them together
Moor and moor gather until a small damn has been built
Ever time the evil touches them
Its reaching, creeping, slimy tendrils of Filth
Recoil at the touch of something as sweat and Good
Other Gods form against the Dark one
There Glowing personifications making the stones and pebbles of the purist souls,
Glow and shiver with a angel like light.
The torrent gets stronger and stronger,
Stones are smashed and destroyed,
Being swept away bye the filth of the Dark One
But I stand firm and alone, always alone
But soon the powers of Evil retreats down stream
away from the powers of good
Retreating to the Rankest pools of filth
Were no clean soul would dream of treading
The Stream runs pure again
The Gods of Good Laugh at the Broken image of the Dark one
His Thrown of skulls burning and shattered
Him lying like a baby fake prophet
Yearning for its lost followers
Trapped in his own shell of Evil
In that shell he will wait and bleed the tears of Hate
that will some day soon fill the river of life again
But for know we are safe
I look around at the landscape that surrounds me
The Scars of the Dark one spills forth puss
Never to be cleaned or healed properly
The Mark of Evil shall for ever be apon this land
Effects of pain shall for ever be remembered
I look around me and I see the desolation of the Battle field
I fall on my knees and cry
For the desecration and decimation that greets my eyes
Fills me with doubt even for those with good souls
All come under the spell of violence
when the moon of the Dark one Is full
All see violence as the way free
From the chains of Evil
But all must remember
The Morals of Life
"Evil under Good,
Chaos into Order"
The good of soul will always prevail against the filth of there Mineds
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Penned by my hand on the 19th of Chronos, in the year 255 AF.