KIRK B FORSETH II

  From the castle keep, Lord Dourka sits on his throne Pondering all the horrors that he has been shown His blue-gray bloodshot eyes locked in a morbid stare Contemplating the fight with the sinister pair The evil has entrenched itself within his brain The demon whores look forward to the blood they drain Dourka would not stand for their wicked corruption His poor subjects became their choice of consumption The once bountiful land, now a desolate field The time has come for him to have sword and shield Before the battle, he is unable to rest With his armor on, he forsakes his father’s crest Once again, the wicked ones try to make a deal However, this time Dourka vowed they’d taste his steel In the blink of an eye, they lunge with their right claw Without hesitation, he grabs one by its jaw Tossing one aside, he impales the other But before the side, he swears he can see his brother He tells himself that it’s impossible that he’s dead Upon revie...

When Eric was born, he was baptized in the Lutheran faith, as that was the faith of his father and his family. However, he spent the weekends with his maternal grandmother from the time he was three. She was a devout Catholic and would take him to church every Saturday at 5 pm. He didn’t know what was going on, and she told him to be quiet, as they were in a house of God. To keep him calm, she would give him her Rosary. It was broken, depending on how you looked at it, on the second decade, on the fourth bead, or the fourth decade after the seventh bead. When he finally learned how to recite the Rosary, he always took it as the fourth. It meant that he said the more extended partition first.             She wasn’t indoctrinating him; she just brought him to Mass and taught him that before bed, they said the Guardian Angel prayer and “Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep.” They would say that, and then do their exercises. They would raise th...

    How is it that the guilty have more rights Then all the victims they put through such plights They say the punishment should be humane Did they do the same while they were insane Allowed to choose what would be their last meal Did the tormented ones get the same deal What kind of picture did the police find Yet to these pricks we’re supposed to be kind Giving them labels like they don’t belong Trying to reason what would cause their wrong Now we’re humane having lethal infection Where the hell were the victims’ protection Each one of these bastards deserves to die Far beyond an electric chair to fry They didn’t show mercy, why should we With murder, we need a brand-new decree It was committed by their own free will One, they viciously decided to kill They expect with their lives we should defend Pucker up, sweetheart, this is to the end Never will they hurt the ones we hold dear As long as we have something they fear