Errata.

They laid me down in a grave
As if it would be my final resting place,
Filling it with the Earth’s rotting soil.
They tried to destroy me,
Wishing I would just go away,
But what is it?
What have they really done?
The simple minds of mortal men,
They have sent me back
To the place that is my origin.
Destroy me,
The more they try
The more powerful I’ve become.
And now I have risen
From my earthly grave
And now I will slay the ones
I once saved.
The reckoning is upon us.
The day the Ministry of Darkness seizes the land,
Destroys all that you hold dear,
Make play things of your heroes
And devour your innocence.
The plague of darkness is coming,
And the all encompassing evil
For which there is no escape.
No mercy,
No hope,
It's called the future,
And in the future
I will look down upon thee
And I will decide
Whether you are an agent of darkness,
Or are you just mere kindling for my fires?
The power of darkness shall be offered only to a chosen few,
And those that resist the temptations of my Ministry,
Pain becomes synonymous with punishment.
Embrace the Darkness and relish in the earthly delights
That pain has to offer,
Resist,
and there are no limits to the torment you subject yourself to.
Don’t fight it,
It will tear your soul apart.
So let my servants be few and secret.
They shall rule the many and the known,
I am the reaper of men,
The chaser of souls,
The weaver of nightmares;
I am the heart of Darkness. I am now and ever will be
The purity of evil.
The hell you were threatened with as a child
Is no longer an option,
It is a reality,
A living breathing reality,
And you all are right in the middle of it.
Yes, Hell has relocated to Earth.
Now you will know why you are afraid of the dark,
And you will learn why…