The minions...
Back to work they go,
after a darn long wait,
this marks the return,
of the minions of hate....
Back comes the hiding demon,
and now evil will cometh,
return to life's paradise,
the minions of death....
Back is the old craving,
love has licked the dust,
not the heart but the flesh,
search the minions of lust....
Back is the Old Nick,
to satisfy that need,
neither content nor peace,
want the minions of greed....
Back is the other voice,
showing its truism,
come wishing for pain,
the minions of sadism....
Back to work they go,
after a darn long wait,
this marks the return,
of the minions of hate....
Back comes the hiding demon,
and now evil will cometh,
return to life's paradise,
the minions of death....
Back is the old craving,
love has licked the dust,
not the heart but the flesh,
search the minions of lust....
Back is the Old Nick,
to satisfy that need,
neither content nor peace,
want the minions of greed....
Back is the other voice,
showing its truism,
come wishing for pain,
the minions of sadism....
Gosh...I cant thank you enough for writing poems on my favourite subjects these days....greed, the devil....oh wait they were always my favourite subjects!
ReplyDeleteBack is that sinister pleasure,
ReplyDeleteits erotic hunger they so treasure,
on them has been cast a spell,
they, the minions of hell...
hate, lust, greed ... emotions that are necessary to exist in this godless world
lucifer smiles!