Satanic Songs Poem by John Sensele

Plastic smile puffing with selenium
Pouring and purring to power
Life from a victim whose cranium
Hypocrites hide in a flower

Laced in malice for Alice
Who trusts rusted rodents
Whose heart in every part, in every diss
Surpasses Satan's students

Whose occult culture
Devours hours
From today, yesterday and the future
As plotters of slaughter of a daughter in their showers

Set into motion schemes to bombard a bedroom
That belongs to gongs
In which vicious vultures pour doom and gloom
As they chant satanic songs to propitiate their wrongs.