Burial

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
Caught in a monopoly of destinys fate.
Conselations of infueled anger and demon.
A proper catacomb light of onwards walk.
Chanting truth vacant hallow an tunnel.
Inside I live as changing light of hope.
Of sufferings an unforgivness holy way.
Of man made complex and undesirable linen.
And of men cast to darkness living souls.
Creators declaim pasturized through death.
And the wretchedness of affliction sorrow.
Whos name is said maybe as the Pope in rome.
As deaths own fast like missing the prime.
Prophets as taken up to heaven an gone.
And accounts to journey that which not seen.
Gatekeepers open door to families holy name.
Poor and holy like sheep and slaughtered.
Salvation an delivering of spiritual bodys.
A gallant spruce of a fighting man