Great gothic goddess birthed me. I am living terror, see. My gnashing quarrel bloodies the streets. I find joy in manic feats. For whatever end that fits my rage Hellspawn I engage. Eyes are those blackened eyes exchanged. These mouths, strange. Whatever damning, faraway curse I endure. Comes in sunlight's pure. Willing me to spell fate is my undoing A catastrophe brewing. I'll be sent oh so rapidly beneath. I'll cut my teeth. Awaiting the eternity of future sorrow. Apocalypse on the morrow.