Son of Satan
The Bullies have reached an all time low.
Hoping for one to die? That’s a low blow.
I guess this tells of what’s to come.
Let’s see you pray your way out of this one.
Blaspheme the word and take your place.
Your credibility is gone without a trace.
For all of those who still defend.
Your righteous feeling will soon end.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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