Coming from Hell Smoking

Running Red Lights all the way

Echoes of "Get the Fuck Out."

follow with a stench of sulfur

look as close as you dare

for a smirk upon the face

of the very soul that pissed

in the River of Styx fouling it

attitude so intense that

even Death got a twist

in his velvety knickers

without a doubt now

there is no realm

to hold this grotesque

abomination

Right under the noses 

of the masses something

BETTER THEN EVIL BECAME!

ignored it  grew eating fear

and comparing notes

this thing is bored by "evil"