Cursed

You watch as I rot inside my cage getting lost in a purple haze Like a mouse stuck in it's maze wake up late to one of those days Let's look deep inside we have nothing to hide Sidewalks filled with heads the sought corruption of the walking dead pillars, columns & staircases We leave a lasting trace spread out upon are Peyton Place You must walk in the almighty's ways creatures, features & moonlight dealers Blood soaked skin on their brow lines formed in their face Viscous long hanging fangs that bite Creatures of the night fallen demonic members that surround Sound the alarm not for the faint in hearted One must humbly bow the knee to pray the atheist would insist it aught not be this way Shadows break forth toward a bond of revolt others seek vengeance and take you to court Evil minds that plug destruction torturing their brain washed minds Satan laughing spreads his wings a challenge to be free is a question of time