During the day
they raise their hands
and place them on our heads
A bible on the other hand
and His name they take
then darkness falls in
and the shadow lords appear
in native they speak
chanting
casting spells
seeking blood
yet another sacrifice after many
then morning comes
and they wake up 'bitter'
claiming they had a 'vision'
a vision of you being killed by ' it was not clear who but I'll seek 'Thee ' '
and while we fight
praying to keep away the spirit of death
they stay locked in their rooms 'praying '
cause thats what we choose to believe but in real sense they are 'preying' if that makes sense
then boom!
they strike the waters
and slowly they swim in our blood
drinking it
making us their sacrifices
but who'd ever suspect such?
'prophets of God' during the day
Sons and daughters of darkness on nightfall
so who'd blame me for not being a believer?
Who'd blame me for not trusting?
©Ressie
©ressie
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