The Worship of a King of Hell

You appeared as one but two€
Angels on a chariot of fire;
And you spread your lies and deceit
As far into me as as my awe made possible.

Your adulterous ways were hidden
Behind a veil of beauty
But such evil and wretchedness
Cannot hide forever.

You are a King of my Hell.
You are a destroyer of the soul.
He, who does so present himself as an angel
In a deceit, to steal from me my very essence;
As if in some kind of joke!

Once touched by you, once marked;
No amount of repentance;
No amount of remorse,
No worship at the alter of the self could remove it.

For I have knelt before thine evil,
And my lips are stained with the kiss of you.

Belial