Doom

A being of thought
cut from the cloth
of destruction and wrath
A soul of the sovereign
gives hope to the goblins
myth and mayhem!
This kid of Abraham-
on skids row
EVIL exists, just to-
let you kids know
Bearing my cross
slave to the lost
In hell praying for frost
paying the cost!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2013

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