Spiritual Wars... (poem 2026)

I'm burnt to a Crisp....

By the Devil's right hand men...

Wicked witches slight,

And sowing Circles fight...

Darkness is my shelter, 

But I'm protected by the light...

And dance, and giggle...

When I can...

When my candle is burning bright...

Those vampires come and snuff out the flame...

Demonic Angel's, take aim

With fiery swords, wave....

To butcher, and to maim...

The battlefield is riddled,

with blood, and gore...

It is a sordid sight....

In pain and agony, I giggle and glee....

I will never give up the fight...

I laugh at my own misery,

The anguish, pain, and strife...

You shouldn't have brought a scissor,

To a massive spiritual battle...

You'll be laughing from your grave,

A narrow shallow ditch...

The gossip, deceit, and lies you spread,

You are the Devil's snitch...

Despair, Sorrow, Pain, and Agony...

to me it's all the same...

Spiritual theft, rape, and lies...

To you it's all a game...

The Battle is over...

You play, you pay... Endlessly...

To fulfill your plans,

And to inflict torture and pain...

My soul hungers, for Love and Divine...

I feel my spine tingle...

The holy rivers touch my mind...

The flood gates open,

with Holy waters,

They run, splash, and mingle...