Wicked Despot of The Streets
Jason Prosser
Burn the bridges
And slay the Witches
And wit my blade ill be killing Bitches.
The Wicked Despot walks his dirty Kingdom
The Filthy Faded Bloodstained Will come
Forth And Be Blessed with My Blade
Dance forever in this sacred Glade.
Forget the truth
It lies dead at the feet of the uncouth.
The Course Tongue The Dirty Teeth
The Rough hand on silken sheets.
The Wicked One has passed from shadow
To the Light of burning candle down Low.
Dagger Blade and Hilt
The Blood The Blame The Guilt
Wicked One comes the cry
As I choose the one who has to Die.
Black hooded stare
The moonlights harsh ass glare.
Dagger Blade and Hilt
Its not the last to be kilt.
Blockaded Heart and Blackened Hate
Comes thundering a Barbarian at the Gate!
Bloody fists pounding out the beat
Of a Nameless Tune on a cobblestone street.
Wicked One slipping in
The man laughing at each and every sin.
The Devils left hand and sardonic Grin
The Wicked Blade and The Demons Kin.
Wolf lonely cries
The Child of man spend his life on his knees before he dies.
Well its another Bit Of Dark and Wicked type poetry. Hopefully Yall will enjoy. If not Eh..the Ride goes on till the wheels fall off!!!!! (enter Maniacal Laughter)
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