to the powers of satan

To the powers of Satan,
To the many sins of my soul,
Of thee I beg, take my life,
In anyway that is cold.

Spear my cold heart,
With your fiery power,
Let me spread my wings and fly,
From death I do not cower.

"Pleading to let you die,
I shall take thy soul,
I will thrive on this power,
While your body turns cold"

Said he.




Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:39

Tags Satanic  Death 

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