The Darkness That Is Found Poem by William Mowell

Walking a fine line between spiritual and insane
Wondering if the bullet holes are really to blame

Or if there is a darker meaning to all of this
A sign lost, The truth will be missed

Crosses found upside down, coldness drowns
Whispers of satanic things, evil has been found

Mist has risen over a cold and ancient grave
The souls of the past, are something we cannot save

The souls of the future will be tested as we
It all is the bread and butter, it all is a fee

A test unlike all of the rest
A test where you must do your best

Or else your soul will be tormented
Your faith will be fermented

The only chance to get out alive
Cling to the cross, and prey for your life

Sing a holy song, read a holy scripture
A dead mans brew, a potent mixture

Thoughts run by, insanity sets in
Darkness lurks about, this will be the end

Dead by dawn, nothing but dust
A demon's taken control, you gave into the lust