Creatures Of The Underworld - Poem by Rafael Cazares
From what deliverance brings you abound?
Bringer of sorrow, Lender of Pains?
Possibly the Warden with shackles and chains.
Your Evil Deed!
Mercy to who's soil you plant your seed.
Be brave comrades!
Prepare the high walls of your fortress,
for your protective covers this wretched beast plans to undress,
to disrupt your the wonders of rejuvenating rest.
Crawling along, crawling along
slyly, like the snake in the garden.
Alive in the night
Deceiving the young and callow
to drown in the shallow;
To die and rot
Obscure what you've always sought.
In who alive is the demon?
To be perceived, by our naked eyes,
it must obtain its human tool,
just a body to be its stool,
to support its act,
so these agonies can be heard and seen.
From darkened realms,
nourished by malevolence,
someday you surely should enlist,
to bear the garments of the masochist.
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