The Devil’s Prostitute

Copyright © 2003

 

Was there a time

When the Devil called?

And so many of us immortals

Were waiting to answer?

Eager . . to do his bidding,

Without souls to be torn apart.

 

Hastened without remorse

And yearning to satisfy his hunger.

Death? . . . Is that real?

No . . . just the enemy.

Kill, Kill, Kill he shouted!

And more and more, we filled his belly.

 

Never content with his meals

So we kept the killing going.

His hunger as ravenous

As his never satisfied thirst for blood.

 

The Devil’s head reared in triumph

And his voice shook the valley’s depths!

Kill, Kill, Kill! . . . I am your pimp

And you are my prostitutes.

 

As we held our ears and tried so hard

To leave the valley’s hold.

The echo of the Devil’s voice continues,

You shall never leave,

 

"FOREVER, you shall be the DEVIL’S WHORES!"

 

Patrick (Beanie) Camunes

D/4/31 196th Lt. Inf. Bde.

Tam Ky "I" Corp '66 - '67