Dagger of Set
by Michael Romani

Erased from history
Still there in the legacy
The gods are angered
And all of our lives endangered

The dagger of Set
Jagged edge of death
It's a curse we endure
From which there is no cure

There behind the veil
Drawn between Heaven and Hell
There is a real in the hallucination
That is our darkest fascination

A kiss that bleeds new life 
At the edge of Set's deadly knife
Out there in the catacombs
There is a darkness in our bones

A church that was made into
More than it was meant to
A place of evil and sacrifice
Blood drawn on the edge of Set's knife

Despite our deep struggle for life
And to evade the bit of Set's knife
We are past the point of merely being dead
As the she priestess penetrates our heads...

(c) November 25, 2017  Michael Romani
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