debauchery fueling self epitome.
Living in a world of darkness,
lavishing with a twisted smile in pure numbness.
knocks on the door,
could it be the ordered whore?
Before and after, of the coming lore,
feel the fate forever more.
extraordinary exasperated evil sits upon a throne,
looking down upon all who fall in love,
casting out a shadow to darken their dawn,
in everlasting blindness they drown.
Flocks of sheep,
forever to sleep,
their souls never they shall keep,
they all will be reaped,
by he who lives within darkness deep.
flattery with hidden animosity,
the slithering snake of false propriety,
holding back the second face within shadows viciously,
keep it unknown,
easier to suck victims down,
and to do it without a hint of a frown,
true decadence indeed.
Fallen angels seem to pour,
down the drain of Heaven they go,
into the sewer of severity,
abused, used, brutally ,
never to fly free,
trapped forever in this psychotic core,
the light they shall never see again, out of sight, its glow. |
