Birth Of Evil

The spiral of darkness posses ones heart
Creature is whispering death over many
Unravelling from its womb,for a beggining of a start
Its father is feared by many
Yet worshiped by those with no faith
Bearing in mind its under us all
Makes us question are we ever too safe?
The young, flesh of the creature is exposed to sun
Screams out loud as it consumes the light
Burrowing back into the womb for cover
But it is not allowed, so it mustn't be right
Its father laughs and bellows right underneath the brute
Its stares for a moment and postions for a slaute
Churches feel traumatised, Gods nephew is is here
Rise, for your new leader
The omen is here