Darkness coveted against the light of life

The divinity had engender an inimical thing

Procrastinated the happiness of existence

He nabs you with his sharp curved harpoon

Plethora was seen in his scythe dripping

And leave you lifeless as a natant leaf

His zygoma has no muscle or vein

The black dress below is writhe

The time of visiting is very vauge

Living his life in the tyrannical underworld

Either brings you to sanctuary or insanity

Hunting souls to relieve hunger

Only to see you praying to our Divine creator.

Posted by last October 15, 2011 at my previous blog site


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