Trinity Lobo's Poetry

John Sage

The rhyming Torturor
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As you wake to this dawn and hour
expecting a morning shower
Staring at the naked sun
in between those mountain buns
Singing birds you want to see
Chirping away,wild and free
Thinking of a better day
My sentiments too
i must say
looking at the garden green
pondering on this beautiful scene
Suddenly the door breaks open
lo and behold!
the spirits have spoken
What you see in front is me
rotten fruit of the tempting tree
Allow me to name my being
John Sage
of the Darkest age
Torturor in troubled times
through my acts, i love to rhyme
Saints and sinners through the ages
say my name upon their pages

Chillinghams where i dwell
rotten doorway to a burning hell
with each and every step you take
you will feel your soul being raped
mysteries of centuries
will wriggle beneath your knees
demons, goblins, freaks and creeps
will release the fury within
victim of their wrath youll be
the wrath they have
the wrath you see
is the burning wrath of a raging sea
a sea of souls,both good and bad
who are tortured by the hands of evil
Burned alive, capitated, noses cut
and skinless faces
hanged upon a forest tree
and then left for the dogs to eat
sins commited in the middle ages
as people died alive in cages
People thrown in thirty feet holes
meeting death like a broken pole
all these people still remain
on this chilly castle plain
all these acts wer headed by one
your shining star
John sage