Friday, December 23, 2011

prayer for the dead

Evil; a word that is most often heard in houses like boxes sitting bright.
When love, and peace reign free, then all shall be filled with delight.

As the sun sets down, in an indigo bath
   his followers, they come, gleaning grins full of spite.
Placing people in deteriorating tombs,
   a sarcophogas fit for traitor,
   bound together by urine drenched tatter

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