In air thick with monstrous sin
He spits on divinity The devil stirs beside him With a mad thirst To harness destruction
Bathing in dust The destroying worm Swallows existence
The souls of shadows pass
Cold as satan’s womb The moon gives up its breath A final farewell to an eternity
Of endless nights without stars The spiritually impaled man Heir to death's throne
Into the fires of hell's disgrace Keeper of the world's tomorrows
Copyright 2006, Alexis Child. All Rights Reserved.
Previously published in Whispers of Wickedness Summer 2006/Issue 13
"No, I don't like ol' Satan, be careful what he do, When all is taken, he'll put the blame on you."