Djinn

The hour of release approaches
Freedom of the void
The suffocation begins to relent
Could this be true death

Unleashed I spread my wings
But the cursed chains remain
A mortal stands before me
With shards of my prison at her feet

An unsightly wretch
I see her demand in her eyes
Unparalleled beauty as I shall grant in my own way
In her petty agony she has unknowingly tasked me with the harvest of innumerable souls

Genocidal images from inside my mind
The conjuration of the evil that I hold inside
Not a single mortal will survive
The deeds you wish I'll happily oblige
I may grant beauty beyond compare if the basis for every comparison lies 6 feet underground
The constant degradation of this futile human race has brought about their own destruction
Now