Member Poem

What secrets lurk in my mind,
What forces torment my soul?
Secrets of some sinister kind,
Forces of evil eyes, black as coal.

I can sense your pounding heart
and smell the sweat of your fear,
Lo! I say so in truth from the start
So you are forewarned, be clear.

I thirst for blood, warm and red
And a virgin's heart I wildly desire,
If you read any further you'll be led
down a path to the pit of fiery fire.

I cast diabolical spells with words
to lure you into a satanic ritual,
I use no knives, arrows or swords,
It's purely carnal and not spiritual.

Do not read this poem twice,
It will trigger invocation to a spirit,
And turn your warm blood into ice
And lets me your soul to inherit.

For I have made a pact with the Devil,
I am offered worldly wealth and power
To lead you down the dire path of evil
and with your blood my soul to scour.