You cater to my darkest inclinations,
proud and thoughtful in unholy intent.
Perhaps on sinful lust serve ferocity’s menace?
A different course of action may pay penance,
exsanguination as vampiric essence spent?
You cater to my darkest inclinations.
Perhaps united by natures electric divinations,
powered by skies spectre and bodies dismemberment?
Force of mother earth could birth a hulking menace.
You forget memories soul and blades consensus,
Upon savagery’s beauty and steel’s resentment.
You cater to my darkest inclinations.
Thoughts of loved ones renewed from hell’s nations,
Once more given licence to occupy living continents.
Devouring our victims flesh with relish and menace.
The undertaking proposed utterly tremendous,
my appetite is a flame, our becoming truly transcendent!
You cater to my darkest inclinations, however,
Where to begin this burgeoning menace?