Blessings From Hell Poem by Maguna Lokark

By the hands of my disciples,
My pupils, Chaos and Fear,
I send you my blessings from hell
In the form of of sorrow and sacred tear.

Every wound inflicted
Is the payment for your past.
Every injury made
Is a reminder that will last.

The 'evil' souls that roam
The streets in your shadow,
Sever your flesh for you to bleed
And the ground to become hallow.

We control Earthly matters
With a bloodied iron fist.
This firm stand we did take as
Goodness couldn't stop crime to persist.

Sword in hand, good in heart
We stand guard to equalize
Every tear/ every wound
And all the unaccounted cries.

Thus, to all those
Who don't deserve well,
By the hands of Chaos and Fear
I grant you my blessings from hell.