They are luring and living behind the closed doors
Crawling in nine circles, the seven dark lords
Ascending from hell to those who cry for help
Bringing to lost souls a new type of hell
Agony, pain, despair, abyss -
Are their loyal concubines that bring them bliss
They scratch the surface digging deep down below
Until they catch and devour others soul
Next they move on to the victims mind
And make a person go completely blind
A puppet that acts on the dark ones accord
Bringing chaos and pain into our world
They walk among us in saints disguise
Promising to open the truth to our eyes
False saviours whose ambition is not to help all
But to get rid of their misery
And sit on the throne.
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Field of forget-me-nots
PoetryA collection of poems about love, friendship, life and self-reflection. ___________ Hi there! 👋 I would recommend reading this book in the vertical mode, so that poems don't get split into separate pieces. Feel free to comment and chat with me. If...
