Wisdom Of Truth

Daughters Sorrows

In the mists of the fog lays Satan's Daughter
Never in time shall there be one finer
She wore a dress of firery red
A ceremony takes place to honor the dead

Her eyes blurred from the images at hand
Millions dead, most without a plan
Had she known of this pain, shed have never entered this world
Had she known of this gain, shed have never been blessed a girl

She walks these forgotten plains at night
Terror consuming one and all's life
Falling to her knees, hands to her face
She cried for the hell she put upon this race

Trying to undoe her father's doing, she took a stand
Ligoured eyes glaring as she assumed command
To rid this sector of all its sins
Againsts his orders, this battle she shall not win

Her eyes attuned to her faith
She glanced to the stake
Within her hands she holds firmly terror's end
How much she dreaded to stand here again

Entering her chest was a razor sharp blade
The screaming comenced, none came to her aid
Falling to her knees she looked amongsts her others
Tears fell upon the surface for she was to join her mother
True believers of the christian way fell before the swarm
Pouring crimson tears, She felt her body becoming warm

Her father stood overshadowing her sight
She tried to lift her head, but to no avail
This night, Satan's daughter died
Never no more shall her soul burn within hell

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