Retribution
Groveling down the stream of blood
Lay into the feet of the dark lord
They grunt, they cry, with pain until they die
A maggot in their tomb for each and every lie
The lord writes the destiny of those with black heart
Pain and pain it always is and the hearts rip apart
The pleasure is all across the dark land as it seems
They path is pain and pain is path no choices for deem
The lord is here and the lord is here the followers they scream
The bodies lie in the pond of blood wishing it was a dream
Copyright © Anuj Ghimire | Year Posted 2009
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