The Death BrigadeA Poem by Bullet SoulRegret will kill, a mortal's soul.
The horse’s hooves are covered in blood Red as the locks, curled in her hair Both are part, of the death brigade They carry her casket, roofed in regret The vampires lurk, not far behind As werewolves howl, in the moonlight Demons are summoned, from deep below To conquer the angels, who still subsist To stifle the fairies, and dance on your grave Death’s chant does carnage, the sinner’s army The mortal who strike, with forceless swords And all who listen, to its tune Then, suddenly, a break in their hymn! “What mortal does lye, inside death’s tomb!” As the demon holds, his eyes on her stone The lid creaks open, a treacherous sight As death’s tight scream, clings to your throat For here, lye’s your soul! Be a lesson to all, the demon proclaims This coffin is proof, as it seals your fate Regret is a poison, that kills every mortal The murder continues, loud through the night As the dead now proceed, to bury alive Proof that regret, shall kill every mortal The horse’s hooves are covered in blood As the demons whisper… their murderous words... On with the death brigade!
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