Satan
SATAN
They call him the king of the dark,
He stands tall and oh so proud,
Laughing while hovering over his tormented crowd,
He's an evil captain of an evil ark.
Do you believe in hell?
And things that go bump in the night?
The burning of flesh and devoid of light,
It's the bottomless pit with an evil smell.
Satan is not the answer,
Nor is he the question,
He steals souls without reservation,
He's the original necromancer.
©2015
Samual Ronthorpe -- *Sam I Am*
Copyright © Samual Ronthorpe | Year Posted 2015
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