Blood Rage Rising Poem by Vision Ghost

Tense and unheard, as something grips within
Power that is of the possessed, I call upon sin
To conjure the cruelties within me, to destroy
Tears flow as the blood swells my heart, to ploy

Furnace of my reverence, for the ferocious being
A demon soul, this secret shade of my glorifying
Release this of my entirety, to acknowledge pain
That shall be reaped upon you, my pleasured gain

It was put here through years, of this haunted time
Hear the screams to the night shades, for its crime
The ignorance of your own doubt, for this pleasure
Of you’re torn soul, and shredded selfless measure

Bearing the fruit of your agony, that I satisfy this
Everyone and of everything, in equal fatal bliss
This decomposition, of your courage takes hold
Now you foresee the hate in me, my eyes turn cold

Unfeeling, to your suffering that I inflict relentlessly
This is me, this is what I can be, is me so mercilessly
Was it not perceived of me, that I can be of this way?
Did no one inform your ears, for you to mind of this day?

For the ides of March, inflicted to Caesar by the many
Thus vengeance can be granted within the singularity
Be it the conclusion, of a concentration, of that hate
This anger I hold inside, no army I need to congregate

Exhausted I maybe at many times, until I ask persistence
So I thus seek the fury again, against your petulance
Relive the timeless and infinite joy, the ripping of you
So that I may urinate, upon your dying body so blue

Gone is any sense of humanity, when I am this demonic
The darkness within my rebirth, unhindered and chronic
Sinister pleasure I feel, when forever in the grasp of it
This everlasting companion, my friend and allied spirit