Visitor from Birth
By: Kevin Magnus
As the new blood joins this earth,
Only found the world's still birth.
Never satisfied, searching, seeking for more blood,
Afterward, bones were hidden in a shallow mud.
They were battled constantly until the bitter end,
Souls are reaped and hell they sent, but never a godsend.
Demons wanting to destroy any and all,
Waiting for the time is right to make you fall.
Run! They will find their victims,
No matter what your dictum.
There was in the end, no place to hide,
Only the truth, a haunting dark side.
Tortured they cried out, a vow unto their own,
Until you are nothing more than rotten bone.
Dead, with nothing left and all vision askew,
The Devils will eventually get you.
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