Follow The Drinking Gore Poem by Dashaun Rashod Snipes

Follow the drinking gore, oh heed its call
Come and witness the prophetess's fall
In the depths of hell, where fire reigns supreme
She thirsts for blood, a never-ending dream
Her twisted mind, consumed by desire
To taste the blood of those who once admired
She lured them in with her false prophecies
And now their blood, she drinks with ease
In her throne of bones, she sits so proud
Her gown stained red, as she laughs aloud
For she has fooled them all with her deceit
And now they're trapped in her devilish feat
With every sip, her power grows
As the believers' life force flows
She revels in the screams and pleas
For mercy, but she won't release
Follow the drinking gore, to the prophetess's lair
Where she reigns as queen, without a care
Her followers, now just a source of food
As she drowns in their blood, so dark and crude
But little do they know, she too will meet her fate
For in this hell, there's no escaping the hate
And as she drinks, her soul becomes undone
For in the end, she's just like everyone
So let us not follow the drinking gore
For it leads to a path, dark and sore
Instead, let us hold onto our beliefs
And not fall prey to the prophetess's tricks.

Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
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