The Darker Side of Poetry

Angels Slain

Lynched by Satan, the angel bleeds
Bloodshed spilt, the juice he needs

No remorse just joy and laughter
His hunted victim mutated from slaughter

The Beasts razor claws and bloodied teeth
His weapon of choice to proudly unleash

Every angel slain, dark powers multiply
Creating fire in the sky

The angel of death, the king of the sinners
Awaiting the crown as the one last winner