Cult
Do cassocked priests of Satan’s church pluck sinless chicks from swaying perch beheading them to blindly lurch amidst the naked, writhing birch? Then evil shall prevail; its gloom will gild the air with lust’s perfume through every step of Satan’s tomb to seal the damned disciples’ doom. Do they forget, who take the vow and to the fallen angel bow? All righteous men shall disallow the sinners of the violent plough their right to walk beneath the sun or wear the name their fathers won, while Satan’s child, whose will be done, completes the task that he's begun. If they accept the bread and wine, then let them feed like snouted swine and learn to walk without a spine or live in Hell by God’s design.
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Dawn
Started writing poems at age 14, lyrics a lot later and am still doing both to my astonishment. Along the way I wrote a couple of novels and they are published by Amazon. I am gloriously happy in my marriage, after 50 years and I am relieved to say...
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