Satan’s Child

See his eyes
Like his father
Muse in devils dreams
See me transport you to him
Inside your ???
Space he will rape
Like his father
He has the same ways
Like his Mother—poor baby
My will is stronger than your will
It was committed when he died
And I’ve been living ever since
So So So close by your side
Give your touch to me my Child
Know that he cannot see
The devil wears no disguise
None! But the one you afford me

Category: Funeral Poems

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