Blood Dripping.
Fire burning.
Souls crying.
The World is Turning.
Every premonition i have always come in play.
I sit there and wonder but honestly all I can do is pray.
Everywhere I go I see souls dying.
The darkness so powerful
the souls are so falsetto.
Not even the Devil himself can hear them crying.
Angles of Heaven who carries the most purest hearts.
Will not be able to shine their light
because they were consumed by the dark.
I hate the world is like this.
But i know it has to go.
God please, Can you do me one favor.
Just help me. And teach me the right way
so I can save my soul.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
"Dear, Lucifer"
PoesíaWhen your thoughts turn into dreams. When your dreams turn into reality. Stories on "Lucifer", Himself living life as a normal human being.