William Mowell

Rookie (02/23/1985 / West Palm Beach, FL)

Exorcist - Poem by William Mowell

Exorcist is what they call me
The demons, only I can see

The holy book and the cross
The perfect tools for saving the lost

I save the people from the night
I will never give up the fight

Hells spawn can kiss my ass
I wipe their prayers with a flask

Send them back to where they came from
Hell is a perfect place for this worthless scum

I'm not like the books may have you believe
Its not for redemption, that I set them free

I'm not an angel, and I'm surely no saint
I'm an ordinary man, just not as faint

If you need help from that which you cannot see
Get down on your knees and he might send you to me

For I am the one they call an exorcist
And helping you is number one on my list

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 29, 2011


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