Wrath Of A Slaughtered Soul

I wake up every morning in the arms of vengeance,

My restless spirit makes me feel of my existence,

I scream n vouch for my own slaughtered soul,

Ripping my veins off for tracking my life's goal,

The blood of innocents makes the humanity drown,

Sitting besides the brutality makes you nowhere to be found,

The pain of soul is more than a soul of pain,

The name of soul is my soul with no name,

I tend to hear some voices in my own mind,

Investigating the existence of my own kind,

My soul is a gift and slaughter is my God,

I am a star of devil's throne found one in odd,

Gimme my pain as it satisfies my hunger,

Leaving my soul untouched is a devil's blunder,

My presence acts as a tick tock of a clock,

The wrath against myslef is a key without lock,

My wants, desire,

My dreams, attire,

My wrath on fire,

Being true is lier

The possession of a demon gives your breath a deadline,

The worship of an evil makes the demon fine,

Making my soul bleed is a devil's salvation,

The blood of my ripped heart is my death's collaboration,

To reach to the hell gates is a demonic goal,

I want to reborn with a WRATH OF A SLAUGHTERED SOUL,