Witchcraft
Crucifying the Evil
On the Last Day of Upheaval
As the ultimatum to Lucifer
Crime was committed to end all
crimes
And that the world is well enough
devilish
Without the Devil himself
Regarding the Evil
As the last resort to held
The Festival of the Chaste
Black Flute was on high pitch
To secure more Innocents
And to extract blood from night
Forgetting the Evil
So, one can ask God’s
Forgiveness, even
If sins cannot be altered
And overwhelming sorrows
By laughing at your own bleeding
heart
Wretched soul caught in your own
jaws
∞
My blood was traced
Upon one of Crucifixes
outside my lawn
By the best detective of Our
Times—
Time, indeed, and
Who was the culprit?
In black, one can see the
white
In cry, one can find laugh
In insane, would you dare to find
anything?
New buds could be seen
In what of the ruins remain—
Ruined by Loving my infatuation
Eaten by cats and crows!
2012-02-26