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Dec 2018
The lord lives
The devil too
The symbols of blood
The symbols of faith
And the lost ones too

He knows the lord
But they want his blood
He lived a thousand years ago
At least that’s what they remember
The pledges they made
It’s his turn to be the lamb

They want his soul
And he knows it too
He is away falling far from the lord
But silently his fragmented soul yearns to touch his cloth
Like the women with the flow of blood
He cries loud and loud
Is Christ going to save his soul
He says he has answered his calls
The devil’s and now he lives inside of him
He has build a shrine
If you stare in his eyes
You see what’s written inside in bold letters
Cold cold eyes
THIS IS NOT THE TEMPLE OF THE LORD  
THIS IS THE DEVIL’S VESSEL
As he journeys into the world
Looking for blood to feed his blood hounds
His soul fades away slow and..slow
Kenlum Michaelson
Written by
Kenlum Michaelson  23/M/Port Elizabeth/ SA
(23/M/Port Elizabeth/ SA)   
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