Ghosting Part I

When the wickedness of the crow’s croons the devil in carnage raise its ugly head to sing    
Within the belly of the earth the army they send to attempt the beheading of virtuous Queens in the immediacy of virile kneeling Kings        
Such trivial damnation found in the far recess of a twisted head      
Devotion and the comfort shall rule the wise owl to the fifth power war cry will be led   
       
The path of self-destruction in the malevolent soul of exhausted eyes      
Breathing the flames of annihilation, the dragon slithering in the dusk of the serpent’s path in the dawn will be its own demise        
Blades of truths shall be sharpening in the dark      
Piercing from mouth to destroy then eat thy pulsate of thy nefarious heart      
       
Devouring the fight of the detestation spirit one moon at a time      
The sacred of blood ties in me resides to slew, reduce, and then use by the fourscore of nine lives      
Twisted domains in the variation of its faceless façade      
Slaughter of the tongue by the sword ordained by the right hand of God      
        
Ashes to ashes found in the stench of its ruse      
Hollow be thy name the rage shall bring shame upon the reflective abuse      
Debris trampled beneath the soles of my feet      
Reprisal of sweetness in the trick or the treat      
       
Ghosting