i am made of scar tissue and second hand bones;
the hand me downs of disgraced angels
featherless and fallen
and so from their devastating craters in the earth
i have arisen
with the intent to devastate
///
do not blame me for the matches i may strike,
and within the rubble of the cities i am to burn down
i pray you do not divine my initials
carved into a blossoming charcoal hatred
as my hunger to watch the world perish
is merely by design
///
lucifer's kind is my kind (cut me; i bleed hellfire)
but your kind, i know, is unforgivingly incapable
of sympathising with the devil
so i shall seek no redemption in your hearts
rather, i will crush them in my bare hands
to find that all you bleed is mercy
///
though i am tired, i refuse to rest
until i appease the ghosts in these second hand bones
how they crave unholiness, how they give me purpose
exorcise me, please do not exorcise me
i will not sleep with a legacy unfulfilled
and my legacy is chaos
