Persecution Of The Witch

Bear the blade angelic darkened sieves of seductive shattering

They chase your shadows and seek your damnation darling queen

Yet you evade that searing kiss of condemnation and forced characterization

Blood flattering your forged decay as you fight the stray wielding thorny thresholds of the treason shifting your way

From these storms was that cold frail heart of yours made

A descendant of the undesirable,misunderstood,and misfit witches

Internal strength runs in your genetic structure

And you won’t fall at the feet of fools

Because you have been burned over and over

Yet your a reincarnate of fallen angels with charred wings



About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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