August 15, 2013

Absolution Dreamscape

The mail got discarded
But eventually I escaped
That creepy old woman
Everyone was slowly
Turning into demons
Their limbs turning black
As the evil seeped through
And they welcomed the change
But I blessed the ice water
And threw the holy cubes
Then I blessed the well
To have an endless supply
From which to battle them
As they swarmed the kitchen
Of the old country farm house

1 comment:

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