Seal The Portals Poem by Charles Karia

Who will seal the altar wells,
Our fathers ignorantly opened,
The tunnels to the dark side,
Gates opened by blood sacrifice,
The altars where demons land?

The wicked demons summoned,
In these altars didn't just depart,
After mortal summoners died,
They remained near old altars,
Tormenting souls of clueless men.

They desire blood and honey,
Things that are precious as gifts,
Our worship and honour they want,
In rituals that appear harmless,
But are litanies of enslavement.

Who is the discerning priest?
Whose eyes aren't sickly.
In authority of Jesus' blood,
They can seal the cursed portals,
And banish tormentors to Abyss.