The wickedness we share

In these wicked times we share, a noteworthy being also is here and we all must beware. Not within our sights of seeing, not within our minds eye, or within our own being. There is no actual place for this one to be, only amongst those who are worthy. Worthy of being trodden down from this wicked one bent on taking the family down. Working freely and on over time. Taking too easily not just the spirit but also the mind. Fiending on his own spirit devoured, hungers for the haunted souls of the cowered. The feasts become thin when war sets in and integrity grows for the patriotic enpowered. In Gods name, in hollowed wickedness be the game, the honor to be for no mans fame, and to the wicked ones loss will be the battle plan. Horrific the sounds of a soul as it dies within a living man. A destitute nature will spit out anything it cant stomach. Finding all the whores in the puked up vomit. Dieing souls, living men, puked up whores, so the game began. As this world turns so does the sun rise, within the moons reach are the effects of the tides. This beauty is one without age. This attraction to this beauty does never fade. Therefore the warrent for the game to be done. There is no fun, no one could have won. Unity is the tie that binds. tbc