Pathetic as your words, sorrowful as your eyes
You lack a soul and spirit, you’re a coward that hides
under the twisted and gnarled mindlessness
of your insane and witless succubus
Who could only slightly make the claim
of distracting your twisted sexual pain
Your flesh you believe that holds all the power
is a crooked and warped unbalanced tower
You deserve the hell of the chaos you’re in
While you starve in the dark and your flesh burns in sin
You’ll never know love, righteousness and glory
You will always be the demon in my true story
Warrior Moon 