Occult
A Simple SummoningShe Bends Over The Cauldron
She Adds The blood of those who were innocent to their own minds
but sinners in the eyes of her creators
murder had flown her last night
to the houses of simple families
children, men, women, and the elderly where all open game to her
The act of taking a life was nothing to her
compared to the heresy committed by the non-believers
As she chanted the ancient texts
the gods of many a occult feasted on the offering
then, being done with their meal, they turn to her
they beat her, rape her, but she does not care
she has surrendered herself to them
to her, the occult was her fraternity
she was proud to be included in the so very selective group
proud to be murdering for her belief
proud for all the things
when the gods are done, they go to other matters
she gets up and redresses herself
she hides all she has done
she puts on a nice dress and simple make-up
she walks downstairs into the kitchen
her parents greet her with a warm "Hello"
She returns the greeting, and goes out
she dances all night, and meets a nice boy
to her, he looks like someone who could convert
to him, she looks normal
for that's what she is, on the outside
she isn't one of the pretenders
who wear all the make up
and look menacing
they know nothing of the occult
everyone has secrets
So never judge a book on it's cover
because there might be more in the chapters
Poetry by Thomas Sutherland McPhee
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Written on 2008-04-25 at 20:37
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