We dance in the
blood of the murdered
we revel in the
pain of the innocent
Why must we be
so cold, why are
we such utterly desecrated
temples in the eye
of the alpha omega
We have become children
of darkness, saints of
satan, we sold our
souls for this 'blessing'
Lord god save us
from our evil selves,
release the spell which
binds us to our
brother, satan the ******
We question the demons,
We doubt the angels,
We ask our brother,
We beg our lord
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC
We dance in the
blood of the murdered
we revel in the
pain of the innocent
Why must we be
so cold, why are
we such utterly desecrated
temples in the eye
of the alpha omega
We have become children
of darkness, saints of
satan, we sold our
souls for this 'blessing'
Lord god save us
from our evil selves,
release the spell which
binds us to our
brother, satan the ******
We question the demons,
We doubt the angels,
We ask our brother,
We beg our lord
This is the first poem I ever wrote. What inspired me to write was the poem titled "An Abandoned Bundle" written by Mbuyiseni Oswald Mtshali
