The
Devils Footsoldier
Born
from a sacred fire
Fiercely
cried out of the heavens grave
Bitter
red tears of my mother’s womb
Neglected
in the catholic spired shadows,
I
am the apocalypse, your mental tomb
Dark
reflective thoughts ablaze upon my blinded soul
Imagery
of your suffering and bludgeoning death
Torturous
arousals beckon,
As
I witness your dying breath
Warm
leathered pure skin,
Reinventing
the hallowed deadly sin
I
detach the flesh from your unforgiven weakened life
Blood
stained Axe against your pale moon smile,
Screaming
closer upon my crimson knife
Gruesome
messenger, Inbound
on the devils highway
Cruel
vengeful soldier with thy dead skin mask
A
one man killing breed, giver of broken evil
The
keeper of your orphaned soul
I
am Marcus Miller, the massacre has only just begun
Murderously
I’m a bastard in mind,
I
seek out my baby sister
I
am the devils lonesome foot soldier
Maybe
I deviously slay her
Innocent
thoughts of a golden child
Anticipation,
I
then shall brutally kill her
From
a thought of a family portrait
I
shall be remembered, straight from those hellish gates
Written
By ANTHONY CROWLEY
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