This is my first writing outside of my comfort zone of extremely dark works. I would love to hear what other think about it. Should I just go back to something I'm good at? Or am I on to something? Thank you ahead of time..
Out of the darkness,
The wicked did call;
On the bellies of serpents,
The demons did crawl.
Out of their wormy beds,
The wicked emerged,
As the lightness in the souls
The devil did purge.
With malice infused,
In the rot and the bone,
The demons take flesh
To make earth their throne
With malice infused,
In the rot and the bone,
The demons take flesh
To make earth their throne.
The humble were gathered,
To the heavens they flew;
The skies claimed the sinners,
And left but the few.
Through the eyes of demons,
Satan could see,
That God had left him
An ironic decree.
The small sins were pardoned,
The "righteous" were shown—
That pride was the harvest
The devil had sown.
Out of the darkness,
The wicked did call;
On the bellies of serpents,
The demons did crawl.
Out of their wormy beds,
The wicked emerged,
As the lightness in the souls
The devil did purge.
With malice infused,
In the rot and the bone,
The demons take flesh
To make earth their throne
With malice infused,
In the rot and the bone,
The demons take flesh
To make earth their throne.
The humble were gathered,
To the heavens they flew;
The skies claimed the sinners,
And left but the few.
Through the eyes of demons,
Satan could see,
That God had left him
An ironic decree.
The small sins were pardoned,
The "righteous" were shown—
That pride was the harvest
The devil had sown.