quick keystyle.. "the evil within me" (poem)

[corleone]

evil thoughts conspire within me,
intestines spilled, barely no desire for memory//
spewed my own guts out.. perhaps, thinking of how unevil I can be//
or once was, doubtedbly, every ounce of blood drawn out of me, spirals to ceilings//
can the fire restore me, or lead me outside of my feelings?//
will I desire more war? or acquire more killings?//
whats in store for my sanctitude, can for sure fulfill me//
the deepest wounds in my heart, come from lost love that offends me//
am I power stricken, or immature to believe these things can harvest a family//
the darkness within me, leads me to prosper immensely,
whatever that means.. for just scenes, which are just basic word terminology, really//
can you honestly heal me, from every heartless beaten,
and judge me righteously so, from my vengeance unveiling?//
or for better words, succeeding?,
I never truly believed in demons, yet I welcome the thinking//
I prefer to praise myself as the devil rather then testify to the heathen//
if what I perceive, is the knowing and truth of that you've received then//-
is suddenly, incorrect on an account of your intellect, being tampered to reason?..
how am I to boast in our weakness?//
yet alone, bestow all of my teachings to evoke whats been defeated?//
what will become of us as future leaders, how we function and conduct in our speeches?//
will my mind remain at peace or feed into these leeches?//
will I conquer creation and destroy every last creature and being?//
will I enslave myself to my own evil, and mistake my kindness for weakness?//
or betray myself from any righteous beliefs that ever came about in my lifes' marvelous sequence?//

[Eŋg]

christ, another poem.