Control

A Poem by Antichrist

Rotting in this womb.
Burning with fears.
Locked inside a tomb.
Bringing me to tears.

Hating life that goes.
A single tragedy.
Killed all but foes.
Too dead to see.

Living without a name.
Dying with not a cause.
I make the demons tame.
Too imperfect to have flaws.

Controlled only by eternal hate.
Bringing souls to shame.
I am the one to control your fate.
Now you're part of the game.