His life is like a mystic play,
the actors all in disarray.
Pain within the realistic art,
The Demon King is his part.
Bloodlust, death and decay,
is what he lives for everyday.
Swords and spears, arrows darts,
The Demon King must play his part.
His eyes are cold and bring a chill.
To women his false warming fills.
Death will break their hopeful hearts.
The Demon King enjoys his part.
Every death that he brings,
full of passion, true it rings.
Not only this, but planned out smart.
The Demon King writes his part.
Finally an army raised.
In death forever he now lays.
New lives the actors now can start.
The Demon King’s ended part.
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Added 2007-09-06 23:07:39



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