The Beast

My heart fails me,
My soul deceives me
As my feet grow weary
From the beast around me.

Lies exchanged for truth,
Immoral depraved youth;
   Corrupt filled minds,
   Lust filled eyes -
      Rivers of wretchedness
      Running through their lives.

An era where lawlessness thrives?
Yes, an era where the soul does die.

Why?

All roads lead to paradise
The preacher declares to the unwise.

Sexual depravity,
Diseased stricken humanity,
Immoral majesty,
All in the name of self amnesty!

Why?

The evil one speaks
With his propaganda speech:
Slaughtering his sheep
With his earth filled deeds
Of one world religion, love and peace!

A new generation,
A new born sheep,
Sleeping in the bosom
With the whores leash.

None will understand,
None will escape her hand:
They all reside in her wretched land,
For death is all they comprehend.

Babylon the adulterer,
Run far away from her:
Run from her religious steeples,
Come out of her – my people!

The Beast by K. Saitta © 2010, A Walk In Verse

What Evil Brings

A demon thrives from the ancient of times,
Lighting his way to the present.

Mesmerizing all who are brought to dwell
Upon his twisted barbaric perceptions.

Looking towards the east, this evil one seeks
A creed of his venomous deeds;
     Systematically rising are his teachings of hell,
          Like the sun upon the open sea.

He requires the death of all who fail
In the compulsion of what he preaches;
     Many misled from his heretical spell
     As he deceives in the name of his king.

And if you refuse his spoon fed news
Your death with certainly follow;
     A slit to your throat
     With blunt knife strokes;
          Into your grave
          As a martyr.

What Evil Brings by K. Saitta © 2010, A Walk In Verse

A New Era

A new era of darkness embarks upon us,
A darkness of which our fathers have never known.
One in which many are butchered in the name of morality
As they reject the conversion of their souls.

They accept torture for their fate
As they accept martyrdom for their faith.
Their only desire – to walk in the precepts of their King:
The Creator, the King of kings!

A New Era by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

From the Pulpit

From the pulpit the evil ones speak
Deceiving the flock with their secular speech;
Selling the sheep a lie as their truth,
Converting the masses with their vile approve
Of immoral fantasies and evil dispute.

From the Pulpit by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Immorality

Immorality engulfs every facade of society
As death fills us with the lust of tragedy.
We watch murder on the screens of white,
We scream for more – in the ecstasy of delight!

The love of evil is our political obsession,
Leaving those to die at the hand of repression
Upon the streets in pain and agony;
We call it our new peaceful serenity!

So why stop the butchers from ripping the limbs
Off the children they eat with their earthly sin;
After all, the nation enjoys their morbid transgressions,
Society rings out to indulge in their sickened obsessions!

The children are flooded with scenes of horror,
Learning that death is what to adore.
They seek to murder in the name of fun,
Calling it out in the name of love!

We are raising a people built for war
That only knows death and tragedy galore.
Love no longer lives within their minds;
They only seek to snatch the next gentle life.

Whoa to the days that this future will bring
As all they will know is that mutilation is serene.
All because we sat idle in silence
Refusing to lift our voices against violence.

This now plagues every facade of humanity,
And it is embedded in our deepest darkest memories;
The damage is done to the point past destruction,
We will pay the penalty for our depraved obsessions.

Immorality by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Modern Day Prophets

I sit and cry in great disdain
At the way men speak of God in vain.
The lies they spew from the pulpit so sweet,
Deceiving each and every feeble sheep.

I feel like we are in the days of Old
Right before Noah was told:
Build the ark, and prepare
For a day of wrath the world will bear.

Modern day prophets speak in lies
As the sheep are clueless as to what they imply
For they never open the book of law
To know if the truth was set before them all.

They play this game with their souls,
Condemning themselves to a life unknown,
Of torture and pain for the rest of their days
As the false teachers preach the insane.

For these sleepless sheep of our modern day
Live their lives in chaos and rage.
They rebuke the truth for the lies they love,
In order to justify their earthly lusts.

Modern Day Prophets by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

No Mercy

They prey upon the lost and the weak,
Like the wolf waiting to strike its next feast,
Killing the innocent for the price of their meat
As they pleasure themselves with their sickening creed
     Of sexual fantasy and evil deceit.

These degenerates need to pay with their blood
For the lives they took in the games they call fun.
So slit their wrist and let them bleed dry,
Cut off their foot, and watch them die!

They're a pathetic excuse
For the life that I know;
My hatred grows strong,
My heart turns to stone.
They murder the young
For the price of their fun,
Protected by Law
Are these sickening ones!

I say – strike at their necks,
Take what they hold dear,
Put them in prison
So they’ll die as we cheer!

Pedophiles I weep for the children you keep
In your evil memories of lust and deceit.
And for the crimes you commit,
With your sadistic filled lies,
You should dwell in hell
For the rest of your lives!

No mercy I have
For the crimes that you keep
Against the children,
That you willfully deceived!

An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth,
Into the prison of hell
I pray you shall dwell!

And in this new place
Filled with carnage and rape
You now become the sexual taste
Where they fill their hunger with their disease
     Of sexual fantasy and evil deceit.

So as you cry awake as you lie your hell
Remember the children that you did sell
Into your lies of morbid deceit;
For now you live in complete disbelief
As they rape and pummel with their disease
     Of sexual fantasy and evil deceit.

No Mercy by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Time

Time,
Like the ocean,
Wandering endlessly,
Until it strikes the shore
That breaches it crest which explores
The sandy beaches beneath its waters
That brings torment
     – To those –
Caught in the undercurrent
Of every seventh wave.

Time by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Sit and Stare

I sit and stare at the world within,
Looking through the glass of hate and sin;
A world set into a motionless state,
As lands plummet at accelerated rates.

Good or bad, what difference does it make?
Evil prevails in every single place;
As dark mystery is now the way,
Bringing back pagans to our modern day.

The future leads to a land of doom
Where leaders rule by an evil, full moon.
Hostility sets upon their weary breath
To remove anyone that doesn’t coexist.

The one they call their "Righteous, Holy Light"
Is nothing more than a monster filled with sight
Of hate, persecution, greed and strife;
The four corners leading to Armageddon's plight.

They'll force your life to a hellish fate
If you refuse to, regurgitate
The lies in which they weave,
From the house in which they never leave.

These monsters dwell in cowardly strife;
Waiting to silence anyone's life
That disclaim what they proclaim
Of their chosen one, of change.

So I sit and wait
In a furious feeble state
As they continue to try to re-instantiate
The days before the fatal blow of 1928.

Take heed and understand what is at stake
Of the horror setting forth upon the human race;
They’ll pillage, they'll rape and ferociously mutilate,
If submission is not what you agree to take.

May God have mercy on our torrid souls
To give us the strength as this evil unfolds,
To stand for righteousness and be bold
In these dark days resurrected from old.

Sit and Stare by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Find Their Way

Greatness comes from within,
From mighty men born into sin.
They find their way
In the Truth each day,
Wandering through
– Rivers of dismay.

Find Their Way by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

I Take What is not Mine

Lord, I take what is rightfully yours,
I dance the night right across the floors.
I refuse to give to your earthly stores:
I take what is yours so I can explore.

I do not give to those that are in need;
I give to myself out of earthly greed.
I break the promise you ask me to keep,
To help everyone in desperate need.

I beg you remove my heart of darkened stone,
Teaching me to obey the ways you condone;
Showing me your will,
Instead of my own.

Please remove my contention that is set;
Give to me, or pay another's debt.
My heart has turned into hardened stone,
Earthly idols – won’t leave me alone.

Teach me, Lord, how to share, even more,
Test my heart in helping out the poor;
Giving to those who live dire need,
Giving with a heart that is empty of greed.

Allow me to help those in dire need,
Especially the orphans, the windows and the weak.
For plenty, you have given,
And greatly I’ve received.

I Take What is not Mine by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

I Wait

As I gaze into the face of death,
She veils her eyes from me.
She ignores my pleas for sanity,
As I live in this earthly calamity.

Suicide binds my mind
As pain torments
My each waking hour;
Like a cold winters night
     – Frozen –
In a motionless state
Of chaos and terror!

Will peace ever show his face
Like in the days of old?

Will he ever let life ease these sorrows
Of trauma from this unjust world?

Is torment the only face
That I will ever know
From this day forward
     – Waiting –
Until the day that I drift
Away from this fallen
     Empty place
      – Called home –

I Wait by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Death

She torments without mercy;
She disregards color and creed;
She arrives without warning:
And when her trigger sings,
You're lifeless –
Your existence begins to cease.

She hunts without pity;
She destroys like a disease.
She strips away your sanity
As she inflicts with her deeds.

She cares not for the needy,
Nor the humble, or the weak;
She enjoys your cries for mercy
As she destroys your will to be.

She is ruthless; she's never-ending,
No boundaries does she keep:
She comes without a warning,
Carrying vengeance to her feast.

I pray she ends her afflictions,
Her tortures terrorize me.
I pray she ceases her anger:
I am shallow, broken and weak
From the heartache she does bring.

Death by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Vertigo

Violent spinning brings me to my knees;
Excruciating spirals are all I see.
Right to the floor, I drop and plead
      – Stop this torture that has stricken me.

I plead and pray this spinning will cease,
G-d please help this pain release.
On the floor, I scream and weep
      – Vertigo your killing me!

Vertigo by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse