It takes patience to die properly. I've stalked
around so many bedsides so I could learn what
Death tastes like. From his pervading palette
I formulated this dominion of darkness.
Inhabit the aura and beauty of Death;
Lust for the creation of elementary rage;
Wield rapacious dread with impunity; and,
Marshall horrific contempt's relentless hordes.
From harbouring shadows, that shield
our revelations, our subtle engineering of
misgivings beguile stumbling opponents
into pompous over-calculation.
They flail and fail, as all good
senseless hypocrites should, and then
die patiently, properly, profusely,
as the dark-side demands.