MURDERERS HOLIDAYA Poem by R. A. MerrittEvil from hellMURDERERS HOLIDAY By R. A. Merritt The havocs came out of the fog with faces wretched and forlorn Born to us from hell born upon the storm A vacation from the nether world Satan has granted these few To alight upon the living to do the things they knew To do the things they knew to do the things they've done To smite the good and bad in revelatory fun And one can hear the terror where these monsters feet have tread Leaving blood where they walk and many prone and dead And when their victims wail and bade the reason why Why this compulsion they possess why must it be they die The havocs will roar with laughter a horrid sound it be And declare to these inquiries it merely be destiny It was written upon tablets from Ages undefined Deemed before the minutes even merged themselves with time And we be just the servants of Satan and God as well They be one in the same ruling heaven, down deep in hell We obey their whims we act on what they say And they the ones who grant us this murderers holiday
© 2014 R. A. MerrittAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorR. A. MerrittRocky Point, NCAbout65 year old retired US Postal Worker and partially disabled veteran. more..Writing
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