Soul Molesters by Ron Savory

Chains of shame, betray the guilty

And shackle hope to gallows pole

Fear dares to cast a glance triumphant

Through the eyes of a whores dead soul

The bulging mass in quiet corners

 All Twisted features hang executed

Dark skies reflect despairs deep hole

As silent bells begin their toll


The faithless scream as angels colour

Red the blue skies stained with torture

Grasping fingers clutch at last rites

Fathers son and mothers daughter

Lost scattered shards in empty mirrors

Reflect redemption’s golden door where

Broken smashed lie the empty vessels

Slaughter strewn across the floor

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