Batallion of the Taken Souls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

satanic fantasy

The taker of our divine consciousness

Preparing us for out new roles


Ridding us of our sense of good

Replaced with hate and a taste for blood


Now a soldier in the serpent army

Obsolete are the words I’m Sorry


No sorrow for the crimes we will commit

Just destruction as we see fit


Looking for our masters approval

After a psychopathic blood fest of death

Sucking life from our victims last gasping breath


Into the realms of the masters kingdom

No more faith and no more freedom


Led to an uncertain destiny

Through the murky gates of hell

Inhaling impure stench of tyranny


He chooses the weak easily manipulated spirits

To possess to become a soldier in the army of death


Others will be banished and lost in the outer boundaries

Between the heavens and hell

Suffering for eternity with infinite time to dwell


As I am left to fight on in the battle against god

To honour my superior dark lord or feel his wrath


Because we are the Battalion of taken souls


Submitted: December 10, 2011

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This is very well written, as well as posing an interesting concept... Well done ^_^

Sat, December 10th, 2011 12:39pm

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