Perpetual Malice

Glimpse, into a realm, of fear and strife
These monuments, were built, for sacred, afterlife
Grim images, claw, into, your eager brain
To suffocate, in this realm, you shall remain
Ancient, evil, arise, from the depths
For centuries, buried, they, have slept
Banished, from this world, to the hell down below
Perpetual, malice, within me, it grows
Unholy worship, of the figure in black
Disguised as mere friend, but it’s true life that he lacks
Submit to him, reluctant to his call
Subliminal, you’re stripped of your soul
Devoid of emotion, just the urge to destroy
Sadistic manipulations are the tricks he employs
His gift of black magic, twisted and dark
Succumb to the madness, you now bear his mark