Black Poetry : Night Cometh

[Bishop]

Tick tock the clock stops
Death and destruction
All that is left
After a night
Of devouring the innocent
and licking their bones
through the Night air
I see a lighthouse once bright
Now consumed by the BlackLight
With one swoop
It is no more
Destroyed
Transformed into rubble
And in its place
Stands a temple
Made of the blackest ebony
As the moon drips in blood
And the sea of love
Becomes the Sea of Misery and Strife
Filled with those who have lost hope
It is they who fuel my passion
For vengeance
Love’s Avenging Angel
Has taken up residence
Yet the light tries to peek through
But soon it shall be too late
Complete hatred shall take hold
And this kingdom shall be forever
Just a few more days
Before all is ready
The Night cometh
The day is at hand
I am judge, jury, and executioner
A new Inquisition begins
And the Dark Bishop Presides…

 

[$$RICH$$]

Bishop again i ride in da HOOVER craft Bomber
i can destroy ......let's talk bruh!

DEEP.....

 

[Bishop]

This was the beginning of the Dark Bishop...yall better pray I can keep him in check...

 

[$$RICH$$]

word up and how i remember....