Curse of a thousand year Dear follower of darkness Constricted and ashamed are the souls of the wicked Dormant emotions fooled by vile peace Wrathful demons...succubuses of darkness Sacrimonious enchantments, fornicative souls
A trillion visions of the feeder of light King of illusion, darkness, perdition Why feed on the blood of the innocent? Why feed on the words of the noble ones? Child of doom prophet of chaos...
Oh vile Woman...Witches of destruction Who has come to fornicate and defile Silent killers dressed as nuns Darkest of dark white blood in your hands Why should this be endured? Why should my mind flesh feed of your ghastly imagery, your seductive ways, your fornicative acts?
As I write this poem and words are portrayed in this paper I myself ask Why is being a believer make us hated by the world?
Narrative stories, concrete facts Now I portray myself onto paper I am a noble. My heart enjoys peace a stary night, listening to the wind, the birds human laughter...is this a crime?
God listen to me for I write again.
Hollowed spirit defiler of light I have seen you come to the house of God and prey upon the living... Lucifer temptor of mankind prince of darkness How do I differ, how do I mend, how do I worship, how do I beg? Spiritually you have come to attack me My heart my soul my temple
I now dress as a warrior of light... Holy armor I portray. Followers Of Christ unite talk to God, for its Judgement shall be passed we remain holy.