On their knees before a hanging man.
They confess, ******, molestation.
Grotesque manifestations.
Flesh. Devoured.
Dirt covered hands invisible in front,
Of smiles and open arms.
Death hangs near close enough for comfort.
Living in moments of desperation.
Need fuels unjustified means.
****... me... now.
Why, the devil just ate my soul.
Thank you.