Grimace for Darkness

My smile goes cold as I am in the zone

their cries white noise, nothing more than dial tones

stand vulnerable in a youthful stance while the devil chants

use the pike a Vladamire to bang against my brittle bones and mimic 

the sweet sounds of a xylophone. 

We are all here to die, chastise the non-believers or threaten them with 

innate plans to fry, sky ridden, hate driven, silenced bodies always equal to a mass of flies.

Keep adolescence away from the bloody curtains, though the plasma dries, necrophiliac intentions

ignorant imposters forever asking why. 

Why indeed? tis it wiser to simply conceed, orders from a high power, questions from the sightless blasphemer insults dare to superceed, paitence yields greeds, and hearts we should not. 

Breed the chaos, wipe the mouths clean, has there ever been a such thing as priest's creed.

Evocative to those bites, internal bite marks howl to the moon, let's do a song and dance to the sounds of doom. 

As our smiles go cold like a cadavar in the winter, and our hearts get warm like the kettle left to simmer, may shouts kill the poise and ghost eat the noise, trust the sheppard dressed in all black attire.