False SerendipityDour graves have aquired many decadent slaves Each fulfilling their destany, taking part in unlawful parody. Engaged in the various tainted deeds, no one questions why they, The damned and corrupted, from immortal hearts they bleed, and on the souls of the innocent feed.
Such terrible days that one must face. Alone no longer...
Shall we give our souls to such a sinnen, feign god, to only find our hearts more or less moribund? We always turn to him for uncommon nuance when even he, the father of mendacity, makes among us, his thralls with every wish he grants. Tricking each one with false serendipity.
Onward he drives, "our beloved master." Not one moments rest. That mawkish bastard. "A much brighter day," He'll mendaciously say, "Looks upon your moonstruck lives hoping to see a time you fallow me with more than just your hidden dispise."
A poor attempt to solace these. As he sits on a throne of fame yet stained by the stinch of his thousands of carrion fiends...
He brought me black roses surrounded by baby's breath. One final kiss lipped with blood before my fine lover's aquaintence with death.
...They drowned in Hell's flames. Led like cattle to the slaughter. Just who would be standing there, but Hell's own daughter. Hatetred and spite at last fiiled her eyes for the one that gave birth to writhing sporne, the father of all lies. Many thoughts filled her head of long awaited reprize.
Such terrible days that one must face. Alone no longer...
♥~Molly©
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