The Power of Hate

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Gothic

The Devil's eye looks into my soul,

searching for that little piece of evil.

Hoping to turn me in to one of his toys,

using me to wreak havoc on this earth.



I try to fight back and subdue the feelings,

which keep building to a greater influence.

Until I no longer can control all that's dark,

giving way to the beast which lurks within.



Hate destroying all the good I possessed,

burning and searing it into a putrid ash.

Then all that is left inside this flesh is his,

to do with what he pleases to meet his ends.



I am lost forever, the dark prince my master,

and I a slave to his bidding until the end of time.

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