Malevolent Creation

Mind of the tormented, twisted arcane. Born from the black bowels of =
hate.
Psychotic cringe, from any light of good. The sight of blood is only =
understood.
Piercing the body to release the life. Another soul to steal, =
stalking in the night.
Feel the wrath of a soul wired to the core of pure power.
Power sent to crush, mean to destroy and dismantle.
Wielding tools of demise set to conquer lives, Total retribution.
No lives are spared, his goal, his hate.
His hate, this hates, his hate.
IT HATES!
The seething feeling writhes from inside. Now you taste the corners =
of it's mind.
It's acrid bile clutches at your throat. Rips you open, achieving =
attack mode.
MURDER, MURDER, MURDER, MURDER!
Your body is not your own, subconscious overthrown.