Midnight at the crossroads
beneath the charcoal moon
of the drowning earth and burning heaven
the darkness.
Inner sins, down they've stayed too long
heed the temptation sin make me strong
Locked in the confines of the Pentagram,
join his side
god is dead.
Living hell is never succumbing to the impulse
of my affliction addiction,
black serpent slithers in my vein.
Amongst the blood thirst
I killed the gravedigger
at my resting stone,
a prisoner in the psyche war.
Satan's gargoyle spoke his copy of the Codex
in my head until 3.
These eyes of Ire shut only to witness a river flowing
with the thick vital crimson
of those who've wronged me.
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Author:
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Comments2
Very deep right up my ally well done
very strong dark write.
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