The Valley

Down in the valley I was visited by stigmata A demon in various disguises Praying to be with our Lord Believing Satan wanted a war So be it, devil! Unsheathe your sword! What would the price be, Hurling stones into the heads of giants Who only bring scorn on the backs of The death worms? A vacant state? Nay, perma death. I will arise on mountain time To curse the lobotomy given me Escaping down the hallways of heavy sigh's, Still lucid but highly traumatized Wielding the word like a lie I've yet to discern why I had died From this here my, lobotomize me Some more, we will even the subtle score, That's what I'm in for, To be a devil betwixt God and our Lord.