Satins henchmen

Satins henchmen

Their reign can be ruthless, lawless they will be
With dispassionate disgust they will cause anarchy 
With no soul to eradicate their quenching thirst
This demon portraying darkness, which will come first

Thunderous their mighty voice triumphantly roars
They are a darkened prodigy, one off satins whores
Destructive fibres running through their veins
The midnight stalkers, play their deprived game

Stealing hopes and dreams with a rapturous applause
From the pits of hell reaches Lucifers  claws
Demoralising a soul, one of his followers had robbed 
From an innocence light as they painfully sobbed

Incarcerated in an emotional traumatic past
The shadows of the night, reigning supreme do harass 
Tears from the heart saturate the pillows off their bed
Suffocating happiness, replacing it with a yearning to be dead

Representation of the Devils image, brings forth his henchman
To dance in the shadows, disguised as a man
Destine to prey on the innocence of a forgiving child
With a venomous touch, physiologically damaging every fibre inside.

    Written by Francis Mcneilly