On the Third Day
When I look at you with a sudden devilish glare
White tears of blood drip from eyes
In this chapped church you call your house
How cold it is
As I walked forth
For the ghost of you does exist
My heart beats a thousand pulses
As my eye’s dare to stare at thy cross
I do not blink
A cold and icy shiver runs down my spine
Ears deafen with a sharp ring from thousand of angel whispers
I fall to my knees on mercy
I’m battered and bruised from head to toe
I’m engorged from head to toe with demonic blood
Oh Lord… I beg of you to forgive me
Oh how I’ve sinned my Lord
My dear God… Punish me for what I have done and for what I’m about to do
I cannot contain myself
My mind is filled with holocaust crimes
This dweller with in my soul leaded me into temptation
Banish this evil dweller within my soul
For Jesus KALIMERA!
Copyright © Chantel Matthee | Year Posted 2012
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