I know your heart,
your black soul
It is cold in there,
zero degrees Fahrenheit
The cold blood courses
through your veins
The fear of death
plagues your mind
The thought of the abyss
haunts you all your life
Your eyes are black
like your heart
Bitterness preferred over sweetness,
night over day
You know no rest
tormented by the lies you have sworn to protect
Wickedness is a virtue for you;
evil your entertainment
Pain gives
you pleasure
Your mind is
deranged
A legion of demons consumes
you
Psychosis a side effect of your
consumption of human blood
You are the real vampire;
you are destined for the flames
You are sick and
already dead
What but remains is a rotting corpse
The smell of sulfur emits from
your pores
Like the rotten egg
that you are
Author's Notes/Comments:
https://youtu.be/jF1exwkW3c8
Matthew 7:16-23 KJV
16 Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?
17 Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit.
18 A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.
19 Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.
20 Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.
21 Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.
22 Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?
23 And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.
