You’d eat human flesh just to satiate your hunger.
Vile and depraved is your forever state.
Using bones to pick teeth filled with young sinew.
What lives within is only an abyss that somewhere doesn’t kill you.
A dark legacy forged in brutal times.
Surrender is only for the weakest of minds.
Gathering innocents as if they are cannon fodder.
Feed virginity straight to a slaughter.
While just beneath the surface hatred radiates.
No mask can conceal what true virile villainy refuses to wait.
A dark legacy homed by sadistic temper.
All it extolls is an abhorrent kind of fervor.
Pick these bones.
You won’t be left alone.
Stoke all fires.
Burn naivety beneath tall spires.
Force nervous hands.
Have them feel searing brands.
Take doom down to rivers of blood.
Sacrifice until there is no good.
For in desperate times there is no beauty.
What lives here is pure evils cruelty.
This dark legacy will continue to bite.
Putrid and rotten is twinned with spite.
Touch these faces twisted and distorted by pain.
For all dark legacies will repeat again!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 