Curse you,
You immortal child -
You demon of life.
Damn you
To the unending of Hell;
And the beginning of pain.
Vex you,
You impetious life
With a heart of stone.
Blight you,
You little imp, you sprite
Of fire and ice.
You have the face of an Angel,
But the soul of hate.
Those that cant show warmth and joy to you,
Only show your reflection of pain.
The carcass of your face,
(Once was the skin of a saint)
Crumbles before your very eyes.
The Angle soon begins to fade.
No longer the Angel,
So pure not tainted.
Now becomes the demon -
Ill-spirited and evil
