We dwell under an eye of red
With bloodthirsty horns and a tongue that sells dread
You’d think him unpresent till he grabs you by the head
What a life he’ll corrupt
To pawn off their guts
Not a one can be compared to the prince of evil glares
He corners you with hate, with hurt
Then casts you in the dirt
When faced with death, he’ll flirt
I find it unsettling
The many lives he’s threatening
It is to say, at present, overrun
And think of all that shall succumb
How depressing it is
That everyone is touched by this
Can even I resist?
Of all the many fallen
How should I avoid the bottom?
How could I escape?
As the others meet their fate