Lethargies dance to his name
Man kneels before his presence
Death fears his mighty hands
The evil perish before his smite
But why do we the things we do?
Why do we tremble before such foolish deity?
Why do we let ourselves fall to a failure's hands?
Why not cross the bridge of true glory?
The answer you seek does not exists
Therefore, we all follow this fool blindly
Or you may the create that answer
To fill your empty woes and curiosity
But you are warned and cursed
You are once more entering Hell's path
You, are in a demon's road not a warrior's
So is God.
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Qwarzystal Poetry
Poetry[A compilation of Poems I made, I make poems with little rhyme whatsoever but make them subliminal or with stories.]
