Slaves of Darkness

They've lost

their souls


Now they are




yet poor


Tangled in



Slaves of




by sin


Drowning in



Some will commit 

suicide and long to die 


But will awaken in a new form

incarnated back into the hell they have created on earth


In seeking to gain the world

they have lost themselves


In Death  



is night


Dark is their 



Chased by shadows

tormented by the voices of the dead


They know only pain

when they step outside it always rains 


They bring a curse on the land 

for what they do in secret is an abomination 


Coming out of their graves at night

to do the dirty deeds of their master


When the moon is yet full that is when 

the most evil occurs


They are a thorn,

a weed that springs up high 


All their fruit 

is Rotten 


Their apples are laden

with poison 

Working to earn the wages

of their sin


Which is Death 


The reward to die and to



Freed from the servitude 

of iniquity


Their undead souls

meet the matrimony of the flames


Finally they can Rest In Peace  











Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ephesians 5:12 KJV

12 For it is a shame even to speak of those things which are done of them in secret.