Dark Angel and The Magic Woman

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Dark Angel and The Magic Woman

Dark Angel and The Magic Woman

They walk around trying to find faith
But they never want to give their heart to God,
they’re where born to know God
and to walk with God,
but they just turned away,

In the stained sand, they stand,
while their own tears flow,
fire and dust will be all they will know,
they bow down to the ground
worshiping false God’s,
Dark Angel has a wicked grin on his face,
while he looks my way,

The cold seven god’s they put rose dust
upon the graves, crying out in so much pain
come and awake they would say,
while the magic woman plays her games,
her thirst for their blood,
she desires their soul of long ago,

I see her hate and envy in her eyes,
While Dark Angel; 
cuts deep pains in the deserts sky,
hell, is what he gives,
fire storms upon on the land of sand,
while he conspires with the magic woman,
While they take on the world in darken dreams
make the ones that dream scream,
while the slaves of darkness cry out to 
their false messiah, 
from the deep part of their hearts,
rise he would tell them,

Take the cup and drink the blood
of the innocent ones, destruction is the price
they will all pay when they gave Dark Angel
the key to their souls, of long ago,
thousands will fall like stars from the sky,
the old magic woman cast her spells,
to wage war in a nasty battlefield of lies,

The evil magic woman and Dark Angel
are the God’s of the blood-stained land,
black magic rolls into the eyes of the slaves,
they dance around upon on the deserts sand,
demons flow around the graves
in black rose dust. 
Playing games on what they see
while their souls bleed, 

The magic woman making wind of fire
That made the slaves confused,
While the bombs fly into the desert skies,
taken down all they can see,
while the weep what they believe,
the religion of their lies hold no power
in their mighty false Gods.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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