A WASTELAND WITH NO END

[PREACHER]

HOW BITTER COLD, THIS WINTER TOLD THE YEAR 2009
FOR SOME WHO LIKE THE SNOWY WHITE INDEED IT WAS DIVINE
BUT STORIES OF THE EVIL THAT FILLS THE WORLD TODAY
WERE TOLD TO ME, BY A MAN, I STILL CAN HERE HIM SAY
THESE THINGS I TELL YOU ARE THE TRUTH SOME DAY YOU SOON SHALL SEE\
THE COLDNESS OF THE WINTER, IS COLD THIS WORLD WILL BE,

BE CAREFULL WHO YOU TRUST MY SON, THEY MAY JUST SOUND LIKE ME
BUT THEIR WORDS WILL SOUND GOOD AT FIRST, THE TERROR SURFACING.
COLDER COMES THE WINTER, THE TREES ARE WHITE WITH FROST
HOW PRETTY ALL OF THIS WILL LOOK, THE WARMTH FOREVER LOST
SOME SAY HE IS THE WICKED ONE, HIS VOICE IS COOL AND STRONG
INDEED THIS MAN WILL SAVE YOUR ASS, BUT THIS WON'T LAST FOR LONG
INSIDE HIS HEART IS WICKED, HIS HATE FOR YOU FORETOLD
WITH JUST ONE STRIKE HE'LL TAKE YOU DOWN, THE WICKED ONE OF OLD.

HE IS THE SON OF LUCIFER, THE DARKEST ANGEL YET
HIS HEART SO BLACK IT LEAVES A PATH, OF SORROW AND REGRET
RECOGNISE HIS BEAUTY, OF LIES, DECETE, AND SIN,
HIS WORDS THAT ONCE GAVE YOU HOPE, IS WASTLAND WITH NO END.

[angel holsten]

hi kingdom slayer, it took a long time but i found this group while goofing around with the computor. i'm so glad. love your poems. your friend, angel

[angel holsten]

the wasteland with no end. this is good. i could'nt find your poems on poems.com. angel