Satan's Sinner
Satan's sinner
Beaten to death,
Hold your last breath,
May the reaper carry your soul,
Into the fires of Hell
Burn your corpse.
Descend into Satan's home,
Greet him with your twisted eyes and charming grin,
Many sins you have committed,
Many emotions omitted.
Those black charcoal eyes always lie,
Never truth spoken from your blood soaked lips,
Teeth so sharp you cut air,
A tongue so vile poison can not bare to be exposed.
Worshipping Satan's every move,
Continuing his work in this mistaken world,
Your blood curled fist hangs high in ruling,
A new leader is born.
Copyright © Leigh Nickolyn | Year Posted 2011
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