Born of Misfortune

Mysterious misery
Veiled dagger of deceit
In the shadows of civility
The harbinger of the bereaved

Like a venomous weed, to fester unseen in the gardens
Trickling sands of the hourglass, biding its time

Thriving in chaos, in darkness I shine
Thriving in chaos, in darkness I shine

Roots nestled bred for corruption, I am the deceiver, the infiltrator

Like a spectre bringing forth ill tides
By my decree of defiled ancestry
Born of misfortune and wicked deeds
Power and influence, abundance and decadence

False prophets and infernal tongues, ceaselessly spitting fire
All the riches unto me, submerged in darkness endlessly

Born of misfortune and wicked deeds
In the shadows of civility
The harbinger of the bereaved

In darkness I shine

There was no sound but the voice screaming in my head
Driving me further into the depths of despair
Fraud
Virtues of the vile
Insidious master of the web of lies



Credits
Writer(s): Zeno De Jong
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