Of Multiple Truths

Evanescence thy sweet decay

Sacrificial knifes tear and flay

Harbinger of Pluto's race

A sneering grin on the devil's face

A sick hunger I aim to please

Bathe in blood a cure for my disease

Virtues on death row

Let loose like arrows from Apollo's bow

I bright and seeking meat

An enochian paradise so sweet

Methodical absolution of the blade

Split flesh and in blood I wade

Of this there is no similar kind

A uniqueness of a predators mind

Seeking the augustal fruits of glory

Blood soaked laurels ever so gory