The Bat Squared Poem by Josey Alfred

They thrive in vacant space,
Where the barren tombs abound,
And the withered natives near extinct
And ghosts abound and darkness decree.

Adam's offsprings, dwell not there
For there reverberate an empty calm,
That stirs up dread into the soul
And darkness poison a deadly sense.

There descends a vague sense,
There the dark and dreary bats,
Hang from dreary branches of ghastly trees
Head down and view the heaven with dread.

As the twilight, thickens to show
The northern stares further than nigh,
The battles scatter, away to roam dark skies
Till midnight defends, to delay day break.

Beware of settlers, near such spots,
That they may conceal a truth,
That they may sponsor Lilith shades
That enslave manly seedlings to perish.
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