I am the hammer that looms, always prepared
Coiled as a cobra concealed, a venomous glare
My legacy is famine and death, a black storm of sin
I lurk in the darkness of shadow, waiting within
I shall attack with precision, a surgical strike
Behold my war of attrition, a bullet to bite
Seeds of discord were sown, this was my ploy
Cesspool of culture we live in, I shall destroy
I am the harsh truth of life waiting to strike
The lesson never to be learned in every regret
Within the darkness consumed my essence is hate
An earthly vision of hell I shall create,
Amidst the vices and sin I manifest,
Time has honoured my evil, hope is bereft
Madmen beheld my coming but no one believed
Your ignorance was you undoing , you were deceived

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