Imprimir The Cycle of a Dark Seed by Tristan Robert Lange

Leaving me sick and gaunt,
I start to ponder over the
Bad omens that have encircled me.
I know that I will perish,
And in the end, I slowly
Fade away to nothing.
The cycle has already started.
So I vow to end my life
After I commit a terrible sin,
A sin so terrible that
My soul will be damned to hell.
For there is malice in my
Deranged and warped mind.
I shall emerge from the darkness
After my fears subside,
And in a solemn, placid way,
I shall bring down the wrath
Of my anger—
For I am an angry god.
And I will cherish your death,
While I drink your blood for charity
To my selfish, greedy desires.
And then I will rip my heart out
Of my shallow bosom and die.
Then I will be shrouded,
Buried, and left for the
Worms to eat my remains.