Pebbled steps along the way
As sweet bird chirps away
And little dog across is stray
Barking his woes of yesterday.
Will the world always be like this?
The abyss?
As nothing is received today?
Its sense of stay
Of people being what they may
Or may not be?
We read the day.
Contemplate the souls
For know not they their goal.
As spider crawls
Along it’s silver thread.
The beast again lays it’s head
Upon the brow of another.
To suck and smother.
But in robes of old and
Tainted view.
You will not see this you.
For clever the beast will be
And only show itself to me.
To slowly tease
And hurt and curse.
The way the mouse
Is rolled in earth
By cat who shows
His naked teeth of mirth.
And too do those
Join this disarray
For Satan;
He wishes to play
With minds and hearts
And thoughts devout.
He pushes his snout
Out
To cause mayhem
Amongst them.
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