VIII. Corpse Wood Reflections.

John Henry Fuseli

God is never powerful, Evil is ever ours,

Indulge, its not a compulsion.

Let the church, im-purify my house,

Let my house be The Church Of Satan,

Without the help of God,

Paint my death, my pains that never end.

Children of white, trying to get grey,

Darkness doesn’t belong to them,

This is what I asked for,

I will be remembered, long after my castle stands in ruins,

The odour still stands,

I will be looking thru my top window, forever.

I knew this would happen,

I saw it all in the ritual chamber,

Like a nightmare, I won the warfare,

“Beware of the thing!”

So it is done!

Published by Dr. Qwufua Broomstick.

Writer,Researcher,Artist, love diversity, Conjurer.

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