Hand Of The Devil

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Sunday, April 6, 2008

SINKING FEELING

When I hear you cry out to me, Like a fiery sword your tears burn through me, My bleeding burning heart breaking like ever before, Shattered! the very core, Sinking feeling. When I hear you cry out to me, You exhume the melancholy, Zombies are emotions from a time before, Stalking the very core,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

My Angel You

You are the nearest being to God I have ever known. The brightest light to day That has ever shorn, On dark days gone before. You are the coolest breeze to spring Thats ever blossomed buds and petals dead in the snow Of seasons past. The most eternal promise of joy to ever last. Yet the slightest... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

FIRE

Do you remember the crackling flames alight? As if covered in the soot they painted upon us, While we danced as they did in the Black of night, In the cover of darkness, alone anonymous, Whispering words we daren't speak, In the fire, in the heat. Now silently sailing in satiety to sleep, Will the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

THE WORM

Burrows at the core of this weather-beaten peach, Lasciviously writing it's will to manifest. Vivid visions of victims to breach, And anguish away this decay to rest. Now covered in blotches of the evil you saw, This withering fruit falls to its death. As the writhing worm blights the core, Spawning... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 17, 2008

CRYING AT DAWN

Severed ties and parting ways Where soggy moments lie ahead And desperate tears cascade for days And in deep dark dungeons love lies dead Lifeless defeated battered beaten Magot infested wounds of battled times Buried a-ground, a funeral song So no longer will you cry at dawn So take from this... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 15, 2008

INVINCIBLE

Even through The darkest of dawns When it seems that Morning star will never burn It does and it always will And hail storms of burning lead and Shrapnel The turmoil that we sow Ripping through our battle scarred soul It does and it always will And what comfort we reap in that knowledge And march... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 20, 2008

CYANIDE

Swallow it now Wash it down with spite Kamikazi you at war with life The obscure journey must now come to an end From dirt to dust Cyanide my friend Faded dreams now a blackhole Of anguish of despair Abandoned hope Broken thresholds the fibres of your mind So here is the lifeline you'll never find Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 25, 2007

De Javu

Here we go Again? Through the storm Again? Hail and snow, And dark clouds Shrouding the days to come Denying the reclusive sun To peek and cast long shadows in our wake Shine it's light for our sake Rays of gold Upon hidden truth untold Just like before it seems. Here we go Again? Through the storm... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 29, 2007

THE PENULTIMATE PONDERANCE

One wonders one does Of grand designs beyond the stars. One wonders today what if tomorrow. In one's passing, how much mirth how deep the sorrow? So one conjures the minions of existence eternal And ponders the here-beyond heavenly inferno. One gazes upon the sky And one just then begins to cry. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 23, 2007

POSTHUMOUS

Hogwash and porkpies Its all maggots and flies No harp strumming angels No streets of gold Oblivion! Patiently waits upon tombs The shrouding dark Theres nothing there! Theres nothing there! I posthumously declare. Sign in to see full entry.

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Refusing to take full responsibility for the word wot he wrote, Cronus advisedly divorces himself from the dark literature that is most of his prose and odes.Literature that would render him the very Master of Darkness he deifies. Fellow readers and writers what we have here is the carefully tailored works of abysmal inspiration.Here's presenting..."HAND OF THE DEVIL" Bless-ed be

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