I know in my mind that I wasn't going insane,
Shadow people exist, just on a different plane,
Inner souls are shattered, they grab it and maim.
Eat is a word contained within death,
Energy looshed up like crystal meth,
Drained and sucked until nothing left.
Pull my rhymes from the Holy aether,
Not an unclean and demonic receiver,
The time is now, step up, be a believer.
Pentagrams and magic are not my forte,
Both hands together, eyes closed and pray,
Until the day I die and my body rotted decay.
Let me fight for what is ultimately right,
Like Batman when out, patrolling at night,
Beating demons to a pulp, it's the final fight.
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You been on the gin? Looshed! lol. I can't shay much properlyish after a couple of ginsh! (lol). Good acting by me there, innit?
Haha no pal, still no ale.
Here the comics enter in and we enter another universe. Nicely written.
Thanks, I like that viewpoint.
You are most welcome Shaun
😂 Shaun, from shadow people to prayer to Batman...I did NOT have that journey on my bingo card today. What a trip! Loved it my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Haha cheers, bit of a mash up lol.
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