The Sentinels Stand Surreal
The Satanic Sentinels stand surreal
As the facultative feces break the coded seal
Thus you bow before the neglected night
With futile forgiveness and loss of light
Tactically trapped by the watchful wolves
Dancing in the darkness with hideous hooves
The skies seduced by a vulturous view
Demonic disturbance in a bacterial brew
The cadaverously condemned we seditiously salute
And we drink the nefarious nectar as we pollute
In the crippling catacombs deceived by death
For the succulent serpents steal our breath
We are noble nomads of the distant dawn
Forever frugally fighting with Satan’s spawn
Delusionally dormant deprived and in despair
The Sentinels stand surreal with asphyxiated air.
May.05.2017
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