| Rebirth or Rewind? Baphomet was a waste, He had to die, Had to die now, Sooner rather than later He knew his time had come, He hid from me, In the darkest recesses of hell, He hid from me I found him cowering, Cowering in a burnt out house, I dragged him out, I set him on fire The screams were earth-shattering, The stench was gut-wrenching, I watched him burn, And I liked it....a lot He burned for hours, He burned for days, I never moved an inch, I wanted to witness my birth His carcass lay in front of me, I could smell the stench of death, At the same time rebirth, I smiled when I heard the sound The burnt-out shell burst open, And there I sat smiling up at me, A mournful yet pleased look upon my face, A trick......trick of darkness Trick--'01-- |