Tortured Souls

by

Angela Darlene Bean

The changing began,
As dooms scythe pierces
My darkened soul, my cascade
Of tears fall upon howling eyes
Stop! Stop!
We are the fallen ones
Our mind a destructive playground
Walk around the halls & you'll see the names
of the tortured souls
Could this be the antichrist, following us
We walk around with chains bound to our bodies
Like slaves commanded by Satan
Razor sharp knives pierce our bodies
As Satan commands us what to do like soldiers in the army
We've reached the darkest part of our tortured souls
There's a hole in our hearts that seeps from our chests
Bound and gagged, sliced and torn
We are tortured souls, living in this hell
When Satan demands we become obsessed and possessed
By our fears not to let him go
We are tortured souls living life in a manic aggression
We are weak human beings, brought to this earth
By Satan, he works through our eyes, we are his slaves
We are the tortured souls, we scream in pain
Hell crushing flames shine through the darkness
Satan's demons attack us with deadly demonic wrath
As we realize we have sinned, this is our punishment
We are tortured souls who look deep down in the black pits Of our hearts, delivering Satans sinister message of doom
We are tortured souls

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