By Rocker3604 www.photobucket.com
The black cloth beast
Laughing with glee
“The night is mine
You hear me sing!”
With a guitar
He strums it away
No tune no melody
He doesn't care
He takes his time
The warlords marching in
On the stage they sit
The greedy eyes corrupted minds
The winged bats hang upside down
Feeling the heat of warm bloody sacrifices
The black cloth beast strums his guitar
Loudly into his frenzy mood........
“The night belongs to me
The evil I shall give
Now hear me children!
Don't walk alone on the street!”
The echo rings
The cool wind capturing spirits
The warlords sit still
Waiting for the windfall
The feast slowly light up
Poles of fire surrounding the encampment
The warlords eye the prize.....
The wealth of the nation
The crescent moon struggles to light
The sky slowly begins to flash out rays
Penetrating through the canopy of winged bats
Ray of ripples flashing on the opposition
The black cloth beast smiling away
His claw hands strumming the guitar
The shadow of small insects appear
Floating out into the dim lit night
“My children!
Take your pick of the night”
The opposition struggle
The rope doesn't tie....
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