In restless sleep,
I walked as Lilith,
wrath-bound.
With Lucifer beside me,
his shadow aflame.
The earth groaned heavy
with the weight of lies,
And power’s rot festered
in gilded halls.
The great house rose,
pale as a corpse.
Its walls steeped in
the blood of betrayal.
A serpent sat enthroned,
his crown of corruption,
A monument to tyranny’s
decay.
The gates screamed as
we tore them apart,
Iron yielding to
vengeance incarnate.
Within,
fear clung to hollow corridors,
And the golden serpent rose,
bloated with greed.
His voice coiled like smoke,
slick with false truths.
But the words turned to ash
on his forked tongue.
We dragged him to the lawn,
where the earth split wide,
Hellhounds circling,
their fangs bared bright.
The world stood still,
caught in unblinking glass eyes,
all watched on as the serpent
fell into the fiery pit.
For every silenced cry,
each life undone,
We bring hellfire's
wrath
and justice
absolute.
Angels swept the skies,
their wings aflame,
While shadows prowled
to claim the damned.
The oligarchs
of tyranny
dissolved to ash,
Their empires sinking
into the void.
But then I woke,
my tears scalding hot,
For the serpent still grins,
his throne unbroken.
The world belongs
to demons disguised
in flesh.
While hope
and justice
fade like
a dying star.
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