Posted by Brad Osborne on October 25, 2021 · 16 Comments
Black wax drips like sticky tar,
Fire demons dance at their tips…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 12, 2020 · 18 Comments
Black wax drips like sticky tar,
Fire demons dance at their tips…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with black, blood, burnt, dark, devil, doom, evil, poem, Poetry, rite, sacrifice, satan, strict form poetry, unholy, worship
Posted by Brad Osborne on February 6, 2020 · 12 Comments
No matter whom your chosen Lord,
Or what gifts in death be reward,
Whatever path your faith has trod,
What word and face you use for God.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with giving, God, greed, heaven, humanity, idolatry, life, material things, poem, Poetry, religion, salvation, strict form poetry, wealth, worship
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