ZXoftheDarkness
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 |  Subject: Grasping Hell  Sun Feb 05, 2012 3:50 pm | |
| This is an old poem I wrote when I was 16, I wrote it for an online contest, won first place, it's not one of my best, it's supposed to represent an alliteration of contempt. (Just a side note, I'm atheist, but I find Hell to be an excellent writing tool) Grasping Hell: Falling through a twisting inferno of lies
The guilt of his past reflecting clearly in his eyes
As his filthy spirit roams this land
He stares into the darkness without blithe and forever damned
Looking mournfully of those who he has betrayed their trust
No longer thinking about his past ways of lust
Still soaring through these webs of hate
While repeatedly in denail about his ultimate fate
The blood smeared remains dwell with his mind
While the fallen holds onto his soul and drags him down from behind
Now he may feel remorseful for dwell
That will not save him in the firey depths of hell. | |
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