beelzebub


sharp horns
triangle tail
red eyes
lurking in the darkness
like a cheetah waiting to pounce
the darkness surrounding him
like a cloud
the way he can control the flames
the beautiful pain of red
the way he lurks in the hard metal playing on your record

he is a truly hostile and destructive force
he was beautiful
until he fell
down into the fiery, torturous, abyss
manipulation
lies
he is the king of all of them
the personification of death

chomping teeth
flames
beatings
torture
chains
he made this his home
though he doesn’t have the keys to it
no welcome mat
there is no leaving once you enter

he dares to test the Almighty
and he was still given a star

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