Maybe it was the denial of the Devil that set a poor soul cast directly into the fire of his domain
And no ballad, no song nor laments of old wives tales told viciously in his ear would deter his duty from paid foolishness that send him blindly into the fire
While he ventures through the trenches of the grasp of death, he fears nothing. Soon to shed of innocence when his right hand meets the evils' within.
He has made a deal his soul cannot pay .
Slowly darkness has become light as his facade alters to that of what some might see pleasant by far, yet far from this. The burden of payment for mere millions of red eyes along the land for him to feed.
Even the cost of iimmortality has its fine print it seems to be
Grins, laughter and senselesly slaughtering souls do his actions fulfil the devil's endless bounty as he saunters
To what was the promise of this evil that made the man inside go mad?
While the innocence within wrestles with the very sanity it strivse to keep alive; the evil within survives
Drifting from soul to soul
Constantly feeding
Consuming us whole
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