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Pulling The Strings
They dance before me,
The horror they bring,
It pleases me deeply,
Controlling their dead,
Decaying minds,
I Let my darkness spread,
Sending them into the night,
My army of walking dead,
Their spirits I have consumed,
Feasted upon with greed,
Fuel to my evil soul,
By the devils anointing hand,
He placed me in command,
To kill and conquer
This wretched world,
Put them out their misery,
Bring them forth to Hell's gate,
To their knees they will bow low,
Before their ruler and conqueror,
Satan, my beloved mate.
The horror they bring,
It pleases me deeply,
Controlling their dead,
Decaying minds,
I Let my darkness spread,
Sending them into the night,
My army of walking dead,
Their spirits I have consumed,
Feasted upon with greed,
Fuel to my evil soul,
By the devils anointing hand,
He placed me in command,
To kill and conquer
This wretched world,
Put them out their misery,
Bring them forth to Hell's gate,
To their knees they will bow low,
Before their ruler and conqueror,
Satan, my beloved mate.
Published 23rd Dec 2013
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Anonymous
24th Dec 2013 10:57pm
wow!! nice read
24th Dec 2013 11:40pm
