forthcoming opposition is a blessing.
you should be worried when you're not sure
when the attack will start
the echoes of malice are a blessing.
you should be worried when the whispers of hatred
only barely reach your straining ears
the more hideous the monster
the more relieved you should feel.
how do you combat a man who smiles
as he breaks your spirit?
if the knife enters your frame all at once
you know where the bleeding will soon begin
when it's thrust at an angle
so slow that you scarcely feel it
you become acclimated
you have lost.
i want the devil to approach in the light
rather than send a weaker counterpart in the dark.
i want the smell of sulfur to reach my nostrils
rather than the scent of lillies as my flesh burns.
the times are changing and the darkness with it.
see no evil, hear no evil, die slow.
and pray your eyes remain wide shut as your end approaches