Penned
From my pen befalls the kiss of death, I'll make my mark on thee
The horns of the wicked cannot be disguised, I'll discount your closing plea
The anticlimax of my fertile imagination, will house you in a haunted sleep
Devour your casement, gash out your tongue and leave your eyes to weep
Death does not come without appropriate cause, you sold your soul to evil
A victim of your own malicious claws, due sentence from the devil
The horror of bitter grudges like something from the dim
In convulsive tremors you'll pay the piper, dismembered limb from limb
Holy hatred hesitant to wrath, has touched its boiling stage
I'll close the book with your parting breath ~ Compensation on the page.