The Valley
Down in the valley
I was visited by stigmata
A demon in various disguises
Praying to be with our Lord
Believing Satan wanted a war
So be it, devil! Unsheathe your sword!
What would the price be,
Hurling stones into the heads of giants
Who only bring scorn on the backs of
The death worms? A vacant state?
Nay, perma death.
I will arise on mountain time
To curse the lobotomy given me
Escaping down the hallways of heavy sigh's,
Still lucid but highly traumatized
Wielding the word like a lie
I've yet to discern why I had died
From this here my, lobotomize me
Some more, we will even the subtle score,
That's what I'm in for,
To be a devil betwixt God and our Lord.
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