SATAN
By vamp_111
the shadows speak
their words available for those who want to listen
satans throne, the shed of innocent blood
hear their souls screaming, crimson red glisten
the smell of damp wood sharpen stakes in the ground
spikes showing face up but were all going down
the night crawls with horror
dont fear the dark
embrace thy dark soul
soul filled with his art
you are his gallary
you are his tool
you belong to him
right now he's feeding off you
let him thrive
let him advance
all our lost souls
there is no salvation alas
listen to the shadows
be available to listen
satans throne, the shed of innocent blood
hear them screaming, see red crimson
glisten in the light of fire
wont he be your next desire?
sharpen stakes face up in the ground
the smell of damp wood fills up the air but
were all going down.
Author's Note:
im sorry i havent been on for a while, school and shitComments on "SATAN"
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On Friday, September 6, 2019, sadistic intent hex
(210) wrote:
great write good visuals in this I could paint pictures of people giving themselves over to the eternal death.