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Whispers in the dark, plagued by ghouls,
Demonic creatures tether his weakened soul.
Strength waning must give in to the night,
Fading away in to the sinful blight.
Resolve once mighty to evade Satan’s calling,
But soon angels shall watch his inevitable falling.
In to the pitch black crevices of hell,
Where the abominations of lore dwell.
Dire circumstances are given the blame,
For his ultimate descent into the flame.
Heated arguments, feign happiness to deceive,
Force him to seek a demons reprieve.
One more glorious spirit condemned to agony,
In the eyes of heaven nothing but blasphemy.
He failed everyone by joining evils incarnation.
Or have we, by pushing him towards unholy immolation.