End Of Days Poem by Gianni Pintus

Close my eyes, but he still near,
Open my eyes and I can smell only fear.

Infernal flames all around him I can see,
The beast is awake in this dare dream.

Rusty smell of burn came from hell,
His majesty is wake up and look well.

The Darkness is here wide awake
We all live in fear of the Evil's sake.

And when those flames are over and burnt out,
What you shall hear is only the demonic shout.

But he cannot move without the shadows light,
I wish he will be hunt forever in this eternal night..

666 is the address you want,
But be careful he ready to hunt.

No mercy, only admiration to the beast,
For the others no rest no peace.

He never sleep or out of play,
Be careful this are the end of days