Roy Merritt Poet Rhyme

Murderous Holiday

MURDEROUS HOLIDAY
By Roy Merritt

The havocs came out of the fog 
with faces wretched and forlorn
Borne them up from hell 
Borne them upon the storm
A vacation from the nether world 
Satan has granted these few
To alight upon the living 
To do the things they knew
To do the things they knew 
To do the things they've done
To smite the good and bad 
In revelatory fun
And one can hear the terror 
Where these monsters feet have tread
Leaving blood where they walk 
And many prone and dead
And when their victims wail and bade 
The reason why
Why this compulsion they possess 
Why must it be they die
The havocs will roar with laughter 
A horrid sound it be
And declare to these inquiries 
It merely be destiny
It was written upon tablets 
From Ages ill defined
Deemed before the minutes 
Even merged themselves with time
And we be just the servants 
Of Satan and God as well
They be one in the same 
Ruling in heaven and hell
We obey their every whim 
We act on what they say
And they be the ones who grant us 
This murderous holiday
This bloody holiday

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