Through a fog of hate
Gazes the insane
Before you stands a man
With no single name

Thousands voices
Tearing at his insides
Conquered by demons
That only bides their time

The prophet asks him his name in envy
"My name is Legion, for we are many"

Deranged and twisted
What a delight
Conquered by demons
What an unfathomable might

Before him a prophet
With a wicked creed
Hosting greed
Corruption and need

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