To Legion.

I have maintained my silence
You persisted turbulence
You smile as if you are a god
but that has to be a big joke
Because behind my back,
you stab and stabbed
you smirk and you stabbed
until you can stab no more
Intrigues ring like a bell,
lies protrude from your empty shell
That brain of yours failed to see
that you've crossed the line
and wandered the dead sea
You are strong so long as you are many...
I call you...
LEGION of the dead,
The dead of the sea.
Hypocrites in virgin's robe,
truth is violated by smoke and alcohol
guilt behind reason,
Virgin no more.
Your words are strong,
my heart was torn,
but from within it,
my demons rose,
to seek your blood,
to make it flood,
to make you sad,
to kill the bad.
Legion, oh legion,
whose only weapons are words,
letters and companions,
come, take me down,
call your beloved minions
And from within this,
the sea turns red,
As I spill your blood,
without tears to shed...
So lone and brutal...I am
But compared to you
I'm not damned.
You've crossed the line,
I'll make you pay,
I won't give you a chance to pray,
No matter what I hear or you say,
I'll make sure to kill you
At the end of the day.
From within the demon's bed you lie,
he touches you and you writhe,
He breaths cigars to your soul,
and feeds you sinful wine...
He ties you with immoral twine,
Into your ears he whispers lies...
Until the avenging angels descends,
the devil will prevent you to repent,
for all the intrigues you've said and sent,
left your dagger a dent...
Into the devil's arms you lie,
The angels raised their swords to strike,
And finally, it was time for you...
to DIE.