Crown of Asmodeus

Blood drips crawling out of the temple's cracks It's a heavy crown, a lonely road with a mask of frown It's your highness venture, that leads to a garden where words may be uttered but no response can be found, just some couplets of smoke and the pen parodies a denture. Lash out on the Precarious temple, that topples down with consequences for which he grovels down. Isolate and Infect yourself,puffed up ego that covers your breast. It's a medal of honor in violence, it's a medal of honor in dominance Nothing horrible touches him, as nothing is more horrible than self. But wear it like a crown, Prince of petulance You kicked your juliet to pulp, warning of that anger of Excellence, so dangerously mysterious, Mystique of the Man indulgent in the Indignation of Humans they hold dear or they thought so. The crown of Asmodeus, beckons the next sheep, the shepherd has drank from the wine vinegar cloth. While his sheep wears it proudly and rot. The suffering wasn't Redemptive enough i guess, cause bloodshot eyes inadvertently manifests the crest.