.....

Blind with fury
Hungry for power
Pathetic people run and scury
Demons play whilst angels coware

The time has come for an end
But we'll stay longer and play some more
Do you not know about our intent
Dontcha just love all the horror

We'll kill we'll torture
You'll be bent to our will
All this chaos!We need more
Here there is no one more to kill

Time to leave this world behind
Move to a new one to twist and twine
We'll be back don't you worry
And even then we'll be blind with fury

I have to admit, I thought you had stopped visiting the site for a while, good to see you've stuck around.

Good poem, all in all, but a few little promblems. You've got potential, but this poem just doesn't flow... but I still like it.
And it reminds me of humanities own self-destroying ability.