Devour Their Souls
Down in the pit
Where he sits
Awaiting his time to rein
Causing so much pain
His followers he sends out
to find the blessed ones
The ones with any special gift
and there they sit
lurking,
waiting to devour their soul
In hope to hurt his father and his molds
Grace his father gave the small and meek
With vengeance he yells out and peeks
The one heaven seeks
Father I shall take what you love
and eat their souls
So you may not see them on your scroll
In my realm I am damned
but... in my realm I shall rule
Rule over your pride
and rob them of their souls
Eating on their flesh
will my followers seek
and flashes of heat they will meet
My father precious children
are Damned
April Artis-Walter
(Skyy)
8/25/15
Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2015
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