Cursed Children
O cursed children with the dirty, bloody fingernails;
your covetous eyes are on the ravenous prowl again,
upon being loosed from your thousand-year jail cells
Now ready to get more blood dripping down your chin,
you come creeping to the unwalled camp of the saints
Those covetous eyes are on the ravenous prowl again
Remembering how you once made weak hearts faint,
you're ready to snatch the spoils from an easy prey
Steadily creeping to the unwalled camp of the saints
In your wicked mind today is gonna be a real good day,
nothing can stop you from consuming your bloodlust
You're so ready to snatch the spoils from an easy prey
The power of violence is the way of life you most trust,
love and kindness makes you laugh with utter contempt
Who's gonna stop you from consuming your bloodlust
Resurrection of the damned, the evil no longer are exempt
after being set free from their thousand-year jail cells
A hail of brimstone fire forever ends their wicked attempt
O ye cursed children with the dirty, bloody fingernails
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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