Damned Poem by Saint Cynosure

I damn it all in different ways,
I make all fears come true.
I am the scourge of all the earth,
and the bitterness in you.
I am full of so much hate,
a tainted rusty mirror.
Visions viewed by tearful eyes,
to me are so much clearer.
Don't tell to of me your lies or truth,
to hear is not my way.
As if it even matters to my ears,
what you might say.
I came before your fathers child,
I came before your youth.
I was damned to be the damned,
what is fair is damned to truth.
I damn it all in different ways,
in every way I do damn you.