dancing a satanic poem at dusk
blurred is the rest of the world
fog illuminates the emptiness
as we hunt for lightlessness

it is a vile existence that we seek
screaming from inside ourselves
we all hide behind the walls we create
ambushed daily by the ones who stole gods words for gold

the path of ignorance passes under us
expecting us to bow our heads down
shadows protect our ego
this spirit of rebellion

bloodless creatures faking imaginary life
infiltrate the woods surrounding us
decomposing only to live again
slaves to the shadow world

everlastingly misguided down this path
falling inside ourselves with every step taken
forgotten days wasted
searching on our path

now we find ourselves near the end
with what we think are stronger minds and stronger souls
our once grey shadows have blackened
the devil smiles once again

if only we had looked up from our path
if only we could have seen
something as simple as a cross
could have changed.......everything

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