We dance in the
blood of the murdered
we revel in the
pain of the innocent
Why must we be
so cold, why are
we such utterly desecrated
temples in the eye
of the alpha omega
We have become children
of darkness, saints of
satan, we sold our
souls for this 'blessing'
Lord god save us
from our evil selves,
release the spell which
binds us to our
brother, satan the damned
We question the demons,
We doubt the angels,
We ask our brother,
We beg our lord
2015.
YOU ARE READING
An Anthology Of The Darker Machinations Of A Madman
Poetry'The dance of the Damned' was the first piece of poetry I ever wrote and this is a short collection of the first few poems I wrote which when i was writing them did not realise that they wer each an individual part of this longer set which are the f...
