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
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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