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Hi, my name is Andi
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 | [poem] Sins |
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 5 with 2 vote(s)
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| Created: 2012-02-09 22:10:35 |
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Oh mighty flames with thundering power,
Burned flesh of the damned devoured.
Eat away the deadly sins,
So that we may be holy again.
Ensnared in the tangles of Hell's harsh grasp,
Between Heaven and Hell is an unholy gap.
Realm of the humans, we shan't ever walk,
Being but devils, we disobey what we're taught.
Slip into the covers of one that is breathing,
Creating a monster, one hand keeps her from screaming.
She's pleading and crying, don't take no for an answer,
Tie her up tight now, the knots held secure.
Wither in pain at the might of the demon,
Held tight by the night, choke-hold no screamin'.
Won't be released 'til the deed has been done,
Impregnate the living with a devilish son.
Heaven can't save her, don't cry for a god,
Don't snivel and whine, no need to sob.
Lucky, quite really, to be the chosen one,
Breeding a new race, the world's end to come.
Thy deed has been done, thy seed has been planted,
Twisted her body, how gross! How demented!
Swell with the child, ripen the seed,
Growing a devil's not easy you see.
One smells of living and one stinks of death,
Consent with each other, you know the rest.
Enticing, these flames, of a warm hellish place,
A snap and gone without a trace.
She stands and she wonders just what's to be done,
How can a woman give birth to a devil's son?
To kill it is simply out of the question,
She's not the type to promote abortion.
Here in the now, she's lying and waiting,
For the time to see those iron gates swing.
Into Hell, she'll surely have to travel,
With a child that only knows how to babble.
What a world we live in, she thinks as she sighs,
Not even I could let an unborn child die!
Merely ten paces to the left the father is lurking,
His devilish face so and handsome and smirking.
His red glowing eyes manic with laughter
He's gotten exactly what he was after.
Cruel and evil, that is the devil's way,
Enter the home, with a virgin he'll lay.
Consuming his nature, he bends to the l.u.s.t,
Even he knows he's not one you should trust.
The six of his siblings are just as bad,
Each housing a hideous sin, how sad!
Forever roaming through the realms of human and hell,
Looking and aching for someone with a soul to sell.
Silent and brooding he watches the world change,
When will the curse break, be free from the cage. |
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