On Satan's Grave
Between the lines
You read my story
The pain I felt
You washed in glory
New letters rose
The words reformed
As Angel’s marched
With time forlorn
On Satan’s grave
A vesper bell
Salvation rings
—all lies in hell
(Philadelphia Pennsylvania: June, 2014)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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