Screeching in the Devil's Tongue

Clawing out my ears,
My eyes are drowning in lakes of tears.
Mixtures of tears and blood drip down and intertwine and foum into one puddle.
Trying to flood out a sound.
The sound of constant complaint of life.
The sound that sounds like a thousand suffering children.
The Devil's battle cry...
When you talk...
You are Screeching in the Devil's Tongue.
Your words are the words that make me want to scream,
And rip out fists full of my own DNA.
You have the voice of a thousand suffering souls.
Screaming in terror as the fire licks at their very own existence.
They try and try to find a way to fly away.
Fly away to the place above the clouds.
The place where they are safe without having to deal with the constant screeching
The bat-like screeching that goes out in a high pitched volume.
You're SCREECHING IN THE DEVIL'S TONGUE!