Crushed on Haley horns.
And smooshed upon piety's thorn.
A kindled in a fire for eleven years old.
Devils in hearse.
Candles are hushed in the still-beating winds.
Heart of darkness eats away
the voids inside a mountain of clay.
Against the bedrock face.
Slain upon a guilty stride.
Doomed for an ill fated time.
Stolen before my time.
Swept away with God's
almighty hand along with the sword
in virtue in fled.
Away to bleed your last
remain....
crushed,
buried. Dead
as I remained.
Burned, frozen
eaten. What glory
is in the living.
What partaken toll
that death was so valuable.
Crushing the human spirit.
With serious nonsense wasting
your lives on proving your innocence.
Dancing to the beat of your own drum.
A devil in waiting.