Haunting For there are times The brain falters Wisdom is lost Even when working. In Satan’s massacre Or muted cells … Angels missing Hallows lurking Oh the truth will out I suppose – Even in the haunting where it dwells. Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditEmailLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.