Wretched Afflict
5 November, 2004
Author: PoeticDemon
Tormented Demons cries sadistic to the torture,
View in the burning depths of hell,
Sunk into the flames,
Into satan diserves their wrath not even this pain
which is infflicted on to them,
Cursed intill the end of man thy souls shall never render pure,
Dead is their hearts,
Shrivled and black,
Lungs have no need for sweet air,
Breathing in smoke spitting out fire,
With great regret they bow and hail him,
Cursed is thy gods name,
Cursed shall their souls remain!
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| heaven (208.182.197.84) -- Monday, April 25 2005, 04:08 pm lol.hey how are you?this is a really cool poem.i miss you very much.i hope your ok.loving you still.~heaven |
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