Malignant Shell

Invalid reasons to feign the pain,
in fetid waters,
where blood reigns the rain.
Dwindle in filth, reckon your gain,
wrinkle in wealth,
and those sordid sorrows were slain.

Wallow in the crying gallows,
tearful, yet shallow.
Allied beasts quiver in the hell
of a malignant shell.
Rose as a being of benevolence,
and fall, coated in malevolence.

Personified as an angel of death,
protector of death.
And claimed to be a profound singer,
and deemed to be our bringer;
when the shadows of your shell,
into insecurity, it shall dwell.

Deemed without personality, dignity,
intrigued by divinity.
Criticized, we cried, falsely mesmerized;
until the night that you always lied,
came out of hide.