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Dhruv Jan 11
You with the crown full of thorns
Eyes watching with a crumbling heart
Feeling repulsive with a chain of regret
The thought being proactive leaving a bitter taste
Walking down aisle, touching the sinners with holy Grace
You with a golden smile at the face of end
Tears start rolling, with a empty gaze
You who was chosen to follow the will of stars
Leaving behind a soul with a sorrow past
You who carries the sin of ****
Least carry a piece of red entwined with a string of gold
With a soul who lost it's way, let me a stay with your eternal rest
Your wish was washed away, sinner with a greedy bay
Becoming the judge of justice to meaning your cold
I'll make a eternal home only for you
Jeremy Betts May 2024
The road to eternal damnation
Constantly being paved with good intention
Wrestlin' with my collection of depression
Trying to conjure up protection against wraths hateful possession
Me, myself and I, the only three at my intervention
I always thought someone might maybe one day step in
Warning me of the direction I'm headin'
Remind me about the cautionary tale of the doomed zeppelin
Or some sorta congratulation confirmation,
A little somethin' to help me keep goin'
...wrong once again...

Β©2024
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2021
Every part of you tainted now
Relationship died
Tell me how
To redeem sins and find salvation
Before our souls face damnation
Redemption. Something I am no longer familiar with..
Wilkes Arnold Apr 2021
Lives of the imagination
Loves as well
Are grieved more often
With similar despair
And greater melancholy
Than those of the world

As far as I can tell
There's closure in a coffin
It's to compare
That is folly
Those thoughts should be hurled
Or invite damnation
Thomas W Case Feb 2021
Let's all go
to Damnation Island.
Let's all go to
the lunatic's ball.
We'll  have
amusements, and
dancing, and the
magic lantern.
The stupefaction
is for us all.

The poor will
be there,
hungry
and tired.
The poor will
be there,
dresses in rags.
We'll all have fun
on  Damnation Island.
The degradation is
for us all.

The criminals
are on
Damnation Island.
They're dancing and
killing at the
lunatic's ball.
The criminals love
Damnation Island.
The mortification is
for us all.

If you go to
Damnation Island,
if you dance at
the lunatics ball,
you might stay on
Damnation Island,
there's a good chance
you'll sell
your soul
there was once a boy
who needed affection
thus he found one
by the ends of damnation.
thank you sm for reading! < 3
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
There stands before
A window stands
An old woman
In a walker
She is dying
And is sent to the hell
Fire
And she know it
As she stares into space
She deeply thinks
And meditate
On the sins she
Has so viciously
Committed
She feels the burning in her
Feet as if in hell
All ready
A tear rolls from her
Eye
As she knew she
Hurt the people she loved
Olivia Catherine Aug 2020
A tavern built on misdeeds and insurrection,
House of rascals, whisky and imperfection
A hideaway for rebels and racketeers,
Where drinks are served to outlaws and mutineers,
Where the pianist plays for pirates and privateers,
Where the wicked and the wayward can be served,
And are respected however undeserved.

It’s a rag-tag bunch of outlaws and anarchists,
A cavalcade of rough revolutionists,
So come on in my dear insurrectionist,
Welcome to our lawless little band,
Welcome to the Tavern of the ******.

Come and join our banished battalion,
Join our cause, oh revered rapscallion,
So calling out to nature’s abominations,
We’ve got bourbon, bombshells and indignation,
Come and wait for imminent and sure damnation,
No matter what your deviance may be,
Come and join the drunken reverie.

It’s a monument to lost souls and deviants,
A shrine to every small disobedience,
A riotous, cathartic experience,
Where radicals are safe from reprimand,
Welcome to the Tavern of the ******.

Welcome back, my worshipped renegade,
To the place where freedom’s sweet as lemonade,
Where skanks and outlaws, sing so intoxicated,
The anthem of the unkempt and agitated,
The mantra of the evil and of the hated,
Laughing as they sing their merry tune,
Unified by their impending doom.

It’s a testament to chaos and anarchy,
A haven for the worst of humanity,
A house of lawlessness and profanity,
Welcome to our lawless little band,
Welcome to the Tavern of the ******.
Syd Aug 2020
He revels in festivity.
He loves evil and creativity.

The pleasure of eternal damnation.
To live life with condemnation.

The acceptance of one's own nature .
To take life for a misadventure.
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