May 15, 2010 17:03
Beautifully desired
intrigue
at his fingertips
Grasped
by force of obsession
Swallowed
over-powering greed
Tall tower
amazement struck the ant farm
He'll sometimes smirk
for he adores pestilence
Selfish poison
dripping down their throats
He possesses the weak
watches them beg
crawl
crash
& die
they'll get to their knees
fallen angels
lay still beneath the fire
collapsing
smoking
to vanish
& when they beg
The Devil,
beholds more prisoners
evil
dictator
Oh, precious angels