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Obeying the Demons
By Edgar Allan
Trials of a Man of Youth
I wish now to explore my wicked corruption and carnal desires of lust
I find myself explaining out loud my actions without deception or mistrust
Those who influenced me tore me from union into pieces of disorder unheard-of
For at the age of 16, I became enamored with worldly possessions and shadowy loves
In my eyes I am pleased and considered pleasant to the crowds of friends I refer
It was out of puberty that the desire for passion overcame my love for anything other
With it brought me down into the temptation of lies, stealing, and reckless fornication
Soon I grew angry when I did not get my way, I became withdrawn
I am convinced that I was tempted by some other real ruin, a demon of counterview
Tossed to and fro in my mind and heart over what I should do
Wandering farther away from any good I started to go further towards the darkest places
Still with women, who were married, I had trouble not enjoying their chase
I fear my own rebellious side of pride and power over others will lead me to hell
My friends call me an atheist and I know not what of that to make of that but rebel?
I enjoy the simpler temptations of life as I explore
In my 16th year, I began to turn away from all associations of conscious behavior
Even prevented by law my actions were all contradictory
The Demon’s Speech
In a manner of speech I wonder how things are going of your glory?
I ask that you take interest in my remarks from me young man
I approach and sing out to you amongst those in hell, deadpan
I believe that I have some important business at hand to carryon
Certainly there is room and time for you to indulge in conversation
I take this seriously as should you
The struggles of mankind and their sins are what I have noticed askew
That the God of Earth strikes in old venom and is polluting their admiration in hell
It is the same of the day Adam took his bite of the apple
Only that this power is called lust and it takes you to darker places I infer
Be it wicked in its own right, oft more than any other
Allowing that wickedness inside to fall into temptation and blight
Stay comfortable in bed without fight or flight
Gifted am I to curse such an emotion to desperation or lament
No, there is nothing on that Earth that quenches the thirst for more advancement
For you speak of ambition and pride without pessimism
Close to the edge it would take to provoke him
Little would it take to a new master to entrust
I will go in attack and seize his temptations through reason and lust
His ambitions do not lack my favor; I am in position in his heart
The only thing he could do is make a false movement, if he were smart
As a demon in hell, I find that it is dreadful and boring
Hellions already bound are not to my liking
I say that this is something of wonder to challenge man in a fight for his morale
When the dead are no longer welcome in heaven but into hell
Together we will turn to brimstone and sulfur on doomsday
And when I fill my hope and lead him astray
The end of his life will be in hell
As he will meet his master, Lucifer the Devil
And learn to crave for blood and ever more lust
I shall not interfere with his demise when it is discussed
Such a task at hand to take a person and turn them to the darkness and transfer
It’s but child’s play that I offer a bit of mystery and power
The Devil allows many of that reason and which to find his servants in spite
After This World Passes
Where hell is placed in dark abode, the vast nothingness that escapes the light
It is built in solitude, a structure that stands alone
And with it hellions and demons surround its fortress of weak temptation
The cruelest monsters that came from Earth, under the sovereign control of the Devil
Eternally damned are they, who follow in the footsteps of the night’s wanderings in hell
The palace has walls like a maze, towers 1.2 million cubic yards tall and a gate brimming in fire
There is havoc which reigns supreme in this formation of fortitude, this Empire
Of the hideousness of which hells domain exists, Earthly peasants know nothing of
It is hidden below the pool of fire that does injustice to all that fall through thereof
All over Hell is in the mood of melancholy and fright
The light of Heaven is never seen there, it is all-night
The darkness is eternal and the stench of torment surround the palace
Nothing exists including the cries of the beasts, en masses
There from the tower Satan looks down
Closed off to the slaves of hell they are rightly burnt and broken-down
And sulfur is the agent the devil permits to be smelled as it were wartime
From a revolt the demons find treasure accordingly from time to time
Worshipping jewels and diamonds more than their own salvation
A cursed treasure that brought the half of them to hell on a con
Temptation of greed but pride and lies in life brought the other half unease
To understand this they would have to understand their own memories
Instead they worry so much about the savagery of their own place
On Earth, as in hell, their hearts are of shadows of a master’s dominance
By Edgar Allan
Trials of a Man of Youth
I wish now to explore my wicked corruption and carnal desires of lust
I find myself explaining out loud my actions without deception or mistrust
Those who influenced me tore me from union into pieces of disorder unheard-of
For at the age of 16, I became enamored with worldly possessions and shadowy loves
In my eyes I am pleased and considered pleasant to the crowds of friends I refer
It was out of puberty that the desire for passion overcame my love for anything other
With it brought me down into the temptation of lies, stealing, and reckless fornication
Soon I grew angry when I did not get my way, I became withdrawn
I am convinced that I was tempted by some other real ruin, a demon of counterview
Tossed to and fro in my mind and heart over what I should do
Wandering farther away from any good I started to go further towards the darkest places
Still with women, who were married, I had trouble not enjoying their chase
I fear my own rebellious side of pride and power over others will lead me to hell
My friends call me an atheist and I know not what of that to make of that but rebel?
I enjoy the simpler temptations of life as I explore
In my 16th year, I began to turn away from all associations of conscious behavior
Even prevented by law my actions were all contradictory
The Demon’s Speech
In a manner of speech I wonder how things are going of your glory?
I ask that you take interest in my remarks from me young man
I approach and sing out to you amongst those in hell, deadpan
I believe that I have some important business at hand to carryon
Certainly there is room and time for you to indulge in conversation
I take this seriously as should you
The struggles of mankind and their sins are what I have noticed askew
That the God of Earth strikes in old venom and is polluting their admiration in hell
It is the same of the day Adam took his bite of the apple
Only that this power is called lust and it takes you to darker places I infer
Be it wicked in its own right, oft more than any other
Allowing that wickedness inside to fall into temptation and blight
Stay comfortable in bed without fight or flight
Gifted am I to curse such an emotion to desperation or lament
No, there is nothing on that Earth that quenches the thirst for more advancement
For you speak of ambition and pride without pessimism
Close to the edge it would take to provoke him
Little would it take to a new master to entrust
I will go in attack and seize his temptations through reason and lust
His ambitions do not lack my favor; I am in position in his heart
The only thing he could do is make a false movement, if he were smart
As a demon in hell, I find that it is dreadful and boring
Hellions already bound are not to my liking
I say that this is something of wonder to challenge man in a fight for his morale
When the dead are no longer welcome in heaven but into hell
Together we will turn to brimstone and sulfur on doomsday
And when I fill my hope and lead him astray
The end of his life will be in hell
As he will meet his master, Lucifer the Devil
And learn to crave for blood and ever more lust
I shall not interfere with his demise when it is discussed
Such a task at hand to take a person and turn them to the darkness and transfer
It’s but child’s play that I offer a bit of mystery and power
The Devil allows many of that reason and which to find his servants in spite
After This World Passes
Where hell is placed in dark abode, the vast nothingness that escapes the light
It is built in solitude, a structure that stands alone
And with it hellions and demons surround its fortress of weak temptation
The cruelest monsters that came from Earth, under the sovereign control of the Devil
Eternally damned are they, who follow in the footsteps of the night’s wanderings in hell
The palace has walls like a maze, towers 1.2 million cubic yards tall and a gate brimming in fire
There is havoc which reigns supreme in this formation of fortitude, this Empire
Of the hideousness of which hells domain exists, Earthly peasants know nothing of
It is hidden below the pool of fire that does injustice to all that fall through thereof
All over Hell is in the mood of melancholy and fright
The light of Heaven is never seen there, it is all-night
The darkness is eternal and the stench of torment surround the palace
Nothing exists including the cries of the beasts, en masses
There from the tower Satan looks down
Closed off to the slaves of hell they are rightly burnt and broken-down
And sulfur is the agent the devil permits to be smelled as it were wartime
From a revolt the demons find treasure accordingly from time to time
Worshipping jewels and diamonds more than their own salvation
A cursed treasure that brought the half of them to hell on a con
Temptation of greed but pride and lies in life brought the other half unease
To understand this they would have to understand their own memories
Instead they worry so much about the savagery of their own place
On Earth, as in hell, their hearts are of shadows of a master’s dominance