Oh, the entrees of the mind
And their service in hell
What a genuine gourmet find
And one some know all too well
To dine with the devil one day
By the crimson moonlight
To not fear what others say
And meet the devil for one night
A feast of steak and on the soul
Is nothing but to wet your thirst
And hear all the stories of times of old
To know who was condemned first
With drinks and chatter
You'll learn what should be the way
And even the devil will show what should matter
To humans on their final day
Pick up the blade
And skewer the dammed
Your bed is made
Your future was crammed
Filled with the howls of the cursed dead
And dinners with the master
As you fillet away their humanity without a drop of red
Only to find each dinner goes faster
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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