Once upon a flash, black night
Lived a deranged, thoughtful monk
His heart craving to aid man
Paid a price too much to stand
One- six- zero beasts in cage
Anticipating for his blind rage
Guided by the demon’s hand
Skins tint in fresh blood strands
Filled with sin and depravity
Rendered the prince of the Inferno
A soul unveiling psycho warmth
His loved ones escaping with no luck
A Latin paradox divulged
Mystery in a lock obscured
Oh! The irony behind the inception
Virtue under a pact with Sheol
O’er the course of a black, dark year
Concludes the print of Gigas Codex
Descending in their former, damned glory
To whomever read the untold story.
The Swerve 
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