Ash
The white house down the street, white rock wall enclosed, 234 kuliouou road
Where good and bad time’s were shared, demonic spirits cause the inside to explode
Bared through storms, world wars, battles and now the downfall of the tears cried
Been witness to rape, murder, sin, and the death of the keeper where he resided and died
Cause of his death no one can ponder the thought but only bear to witness god knows
Why all of this has happen, Gods angels flow away yet leaving the evil to overflow
What has been left over from generations, behold the keeper, it is not ones fault
But the only man left, the lord can stop the rage and bring this rampage to a hault
But too many tears and lives have been shed, wounds covered to heal with salt
This is a time for battle to protect my blood line, now this evil I shall exult
Now as I walk down the halls, the echo’s of satins children shout and jeer
While I stand strong wit my rod I hear the stern voice of him in my ear
He tells me “to fear no evil for he is wit me, my rod and thy staff the comfort me”
The I realize that its so plane to see that the way I can stop the rage is to hunt the ( said wit long E)
I raise my sword in battle stance and thrust to thy opponent triumphantly
I stop and kneel down and remove my chain and read out loud the rosary
Finally realizing that the only way a man can defeat a God as 1/8th
Is to defeat them wit the only thing that is pure to me, I kept my faith
As I read the prayers aloud the evil sprits souls starts to burn and deplete
I rise to my feat knowing that their powers against my strength can’t compete
I watch his body fall and slowly turn its liquid only to end up badgered and mash
I know I must start over with what the keeper has left, his body full of ash
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