He vibrated himself through yesterday where I found him
Kneeling at the alter with a white rosarie.
He thumbed each bead slowly.
I had left him there ten yeras before praying
Today.the rosarie ended.
Time for pay.
Souls are often bought and sold this way.
The pitch black man was the arbiter
Shango man gonna have his say.
Slowly he rose from the kneeling board.
Had enough time? I heard him say.
Your childrens souls can be forfeit.one child for
One more day.
No I said to the shango man
Come.close and take me away.
Ten years beneath the sythe is enough
Awaiting.dark to fall.
Come closer said the shango man
One step is to close our deal
So darkness fell before I
Could tell.
Tolling bells
Decent.
To
Hell.
Shango.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
He vibrated himself through yesterday where I found him
Kneeling at the alter with a white rosarie.
He thumbed each bead slowly.
I had left him there ten yeras before praying
Today.the rosarie ended.
Time for pay.
Souls are often bought and sold this way.
The pitch black man was the arbiter
Shango man gonna have his say.
Slowly he rose from the kneeling board.
Had enough time? I heard him say.
Your childrens souls can be forfeit.one child for
One more day.
No I said to the shango man
Come.close and take me away.
Ten years beneath the sythe is enough
Awaiting.dark to fall.
Come closer said the shango man
One step is to close our deal
So darkness fell before I
Could tell.
Tolling bells
Decent.
To
Hell.
Shango.
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