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Nov 2014
I screamed and blood filled my mouth. The blood of innocents and friends, of family, foes, allies,...the blood of children, of souls innocent and pure sent screaming back to the cold oblivion from whence they came, and I....I in Hell, flung broken, down into perdition to burn and drown and scream my repentance to the uncaring eyes of the Ancient Fallen. I burn. Ah the burning! My eyes melt, my skin boils, blackens, chars, burns, melts into a pool of blood and fat and gore. I drown in the blood of those  I have killed, slaughtered, those I have sent piece by piece, down into the cold black, or the fiery, freezing pain of damnation. I burn with the agony of my sins, and God watches, eyes full of holy wrath, and the angels singing in terrible voices of the pain and suffering and grief I have caused, and of that which I have still to endure, eternity in the blistering freezing pain of my uncounted sins, atrocities for which God weeps in grief and Holy Rage. I scream. I scream!

I SCREAM!!! AND GOD PUNISH ME FOR MY UNCOUNTED SINS THAT I MAY REPENT AND YET STILL BE ****** FOREVER AND FOR ALL OF ETERNITY!!!!
I credit for the inspiration of this poem a spider web. Unlikely, true.  But then, most things are.
Christian Bixler
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Christian Bixler  25/M/Colombus, GA
(25/M/Colombus, GA)   
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