Over there, on a throne of lies

Sits a man, not troubled in height

His presence fills the air with dread

A demon in disguise, his true nature he does hide

His eyes are a black void of misery

They peer into your soul, with unrelenting fury

He searches for weaknesses, to exploit your plight

And revels in your suffering with malicious delight

He wears a suit made of human skin

A twisted trophy of his endless sin

In his hand, a suitcase filled with despair

A cruel reminder that you are forever ensnared

The abode...