Emailed apologies with no response
Uncertainty in vials like Novocaine
Contentious stares and plastic smiles
Drenched from the storm with no rain
I lean back in my chair and pull
the little daggers out of my back
Emptiness fills that inadequate hole
As I wait for the next attack
Prisoners, they are trying to escape
The guardians of the dark exclaimes with hate
Quick call upon the evil of your trait
For now is the time to destroy this bait
The tortured captives now running with few
As souls fly through them as if a new
Each time they pass their knees hit the pue
As they are forced to bow to the true
Escape you try outloud came his voice
But fail now cry for you must rejoice
As you have now found pain in your hoist
Dont carry me high for my power gains moist
As the words flew like daggers out of his jaw
The angel of Death came stalking for more
Seeking those who defy like prey on the floor
As the souls now his to die in remorse
Dont ever clip my wings Dark Lord exclaimed
For you now lie on the floor who do you blame?
As they tried to answer this call of shame
The halos decapitated the victoms of vain
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