Category : Poems

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They have made it
A horror house
A place where they hang out
They've turned my temple 
A horror house.
Now my soul is filled with crawling demons  
I ain't no master of them
I ain't no follower of them
They don't worship me.
I am walking corpes
That needs a soul reparation
I may be a walking dead
But I ain't no zombie
I ain't no vampire.   
Demons crawling to my temple
Maybe I need a prayer 
Or a silver spear
Destroy these demons
Before they conquer my heart too.