Broken Shell
Upon this day the sun will set
Know that those you chose to terror
In muffled tounges yet discovered
The fallen shall themselves recover
Through countless prayer's
Of untold billions
Who refute your form of twisted religion
When killing children
In reality you are nothing more than the Devil's Minion
A despot gullible pawn not even wortwhy of human scorn
Enjoy Hell
You broken shell
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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