God has put me here in a state of grace
To do good deeds in this ugly place
For beauty that only I can see
I capture and frame for eternity
I find my muse with an angelic look
Then ply them with tea laced with hemlock
And as they quickly pass to the light
I see Gods beauty within their eyes
With much reverence and worshipful study
I pluck out their eyes and then consume the body
For God has said do not be tempted by flesh
So I eat it all while it's warm and fresh
But the eyes are the gateway to the soul
So I preserve them and hang them on my wall
And it is only I that can truly see
That God is staring back at me
And then I pray and honour my lord
My soul filled with his heavenly reward
Then once my work is done again
I continue my purpose in this ugly place
I can't explain who the anointed shall be
I only know when God tells me
But it's in the eyes that much is true
So let me see because it could be you
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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it was all games and fun until the last line🙂
Mwahahahahaaaa aaaaaaaa aaaa aaa..... 👀
This is the fanaticism of some minds, who justify killing even, by saying 'God told me to'.
Meanwhile - quite a bad hair-day!
Orrrr he's just f***ed in the head?! Pardon mon francaise Mon aimee
Bit of French there.....!
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The truth can be seen in peoples eyes but if you kill them and save the eyes their Spirit will go on and never die
Andy
Oooooooo. Scary
A tremendously penned piece of macabre here Saxon Crow, bravo!
The flow here definitely tells me, that you had fun writing this, but naturally, just continue to "kill it" on the page, yeah! Haha!
Boom, boom. Yeah it was enjoyable As. Thanks for reading and commenting my friend
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