Akuma

The light doesn’t reach here

For it doesn’t exist

Cloaked by blackness

Darkness blankets the earth

Your words mean nothing here child

They’re graced upon ancient deaf ears

Blind to ignorance, unlike yourself

You’ll understand when we meet him ourselves

Ignorance is bliss

Constructed from sin

Whispers from the hieratic fills the air

They are words of blasphemy

He speaks in tongues, as he approaches behind you...language lingering

“Figlio mio, sei debole, quindi inginocchiati e soccombimi.”

You do as your told

You’re as weak as he says

Darkness paints your eyes

You can’t take your life, you’re his sacrifice

His crown of thorns

Strikes fear by sight

He moves by night

The light doesn’t reach here

For it doesn’t exist

Cloaked by blackness

Darkness blankets the earth

Your words mean nothing here child

They’re graced upon ancient deaf ears

Blind to ignorance, unlike yourself

You’ll understand when we meet him ourselves