Shadows slither
past unseeing eyes
as night draws near,
yet no one hears
her deadly cries
of sorrow; corrodes
the weeping heart.
Rusty dagger withdrawn,
the hand unseen,
she retreats with keen.
The house of god,
the host to death,
of its former master,
that filthy Wretch,
a grand priestess.
[pause]
The ghosts of mind
played devils games
on faiths corrupting Kind.
The heretic,
a lack of Faith.
A world envisioned for men,
where no women see
Amen
As a comment, please, try and read this and interpret it as deeply as possible, because it is riddled with a lot of underlying messages and meaning that took me ages to put in to it. Thanks =]
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