Mighty hand striking, infernal clock tower
Supernatural universe, Grim
Thy sins scribed upon this age-old scroll
A cruel testament to thy selfishness
Commander
Perched high amongst his throne
Dire souls march
Eternally
Catacombs echo with regretful souls
Yet none beseech repent
For he knows not right, but wrong
His body lies upon earths hollow ground
His everlasting soul
Marked for eternal damnation
- Author: Lovett4166 ( Offline)
- Published: January 17th, 2017 14:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
Comments1
Great write, loved it!
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