The Abyss Of Evil Poem by Charles Bernabi

Where neurotic hearts corrupt the puppet show,
Volatile technocrats campaign for its destruction.
Here the marionettes of lumber, they were led,
Taken on misguided tours into the abyss of evil.

None could escape the wickedness they had seen,
Deep within the pits of hell, did burn the people.
It was overpowering, the flames were there toxic,
So say I: master of death, annihilator of morality.

Feeding pathological principles to the populace,
There was no love lost there in my monstrosity.
I rebelled against all that was tremendous in life,
Nothing beautiful so would survive my outrage.

To explicate it's quite simple really I am demonic,
And as mad as a caged lion; untamed in his hell.
I respect satanic engagements that maddens all,
In the art of ritualistic slaughter they will swelter.

Therefore die a horrible death in pathetic sways,
With eyes rolling and hands shaking insanely.
I crushed their hopes in that place of aggression,
They'd perish without knowing the reasons why.

O brother kills, his sister he'll molest in her slumber,
By the grace of God that evil is done unto society.
I lead the way; I surely have the power to subjugate,
Mutually with brutal demons I'll enslave everyone.

Wage war I shall, and breathe my disease on all,
There'll be no mercy shown, now die world die.
You're all deserving of this anarchy I've unleashed,
And have no chance to fight, for better or worse.

The more you try, the more I'll rip your guts out,
Engage me so never, I am not one to defeat.
Into the abyss of evil I cast you, that rot I despise,
Which once was my life, where now it's nothing!