our weariness is waxing from these
fiery, hellish universes—
these same sick, fiery, hellish verses
rendered out of vile fiends’ lips
liar, liar—the price required
is a mere soul’s harrowing worth
satan’s spires, hounding hell-fire—i wonder, does he cede the
cost of his hostile mirth?
The sky is ablaze with ash,
For I am having a clash.
My father is working in hell,
Not concerned with Earth's well.
And as I rise out of death to fix His mess,
Many humans will rise to atest.
I mean all well and wish to simply clean,
But there is far to much for me not be mean.
God cares little for what I do,
For humans all burn with a deadly hue.
And as I clean out the gutter,
All will cry in a hellish mutter.
Bodies will line the street as I see fit,
And Lucifer's work will get fuller by a bit.
Yet ash is simply an inconvience to Him,
But it loves to ask for God's penance.
Now I clean out ash,
As sin makes any human black.
Doo Doo do da do Doo BING - Mario Theme
i was in the shower earlier
and i kept turning the temperature
until the water felt like beads of fire
scorching their way through my skin
bringing comfort to the blood
pumping through my veins again
and i wondered to myself
the reason i felt so at peace in the pain
was because i was missing my true home
in the raging depths of hell
Hellfire rummages everything,
It burns and melts even the toughest of items.
It can pop up from nowhere or be planted like a seed.
No matter the cause, we always have heed.
We can ignore it and walk on,
Or try to expulse from our own.
The problem is it never can be completely put out.
It always has a little sprout.
Yet many can't except it,
And die in their trek to rid the writ.
Some of us even try to nurture it in hopes of making it good.
But few ever could.
Hellfire may rummage everything,
But it burns different with each item.
Somethings are overtaken and burn to ash.
Other tame it and leave it as that.
Hellfire may always burn you,
But it can always be tamed.
You just must do the obvious to calm the flame.
It's quite a interesting poem. BUT THE **** IS IT ABOUT -
Everyone who read this
To the hell.
God of deadly sin seven.
By the god, oh my demon.
Head of the evil,
Master of his will,
Leader of the fallen angel,
His name is lucifer.
He was a god favourite.
But things doesn't work, that's great.
God of the world, he's mourning star.
People call him devil and demon,
My love for you is eternal, oh handsome deadly satan.
Stuck in the swallowing
emptiness. Unkown envy
screams from within my
I breathe and try to ground
my mind as it skips among
the fields of hellfire
that surround my very being.
Of course, I always find
everlasting comfort in their
As they burn my flesh
from my bone,
I am reminded of
the welcoming numbness.
Cutting through the darkness with a blade burning in an ominous yet in scarlet reddish tone, roaring as if it had the strengh of thunder.
The wielder in pure fury, swinging, swaying it around to pierce through the sinning gaze of the inhabitants of that place.
It is a true blade of banishment, viscious, without mercy or kindness,
raging evermore in an unending, continous rampage, gaining stengh.
Of course, one wouldn't expect any mercy but purgatory on this cruel and also blood drenched battlefield in which only sorrow is reaped.
But whereabouts of the heart already have been burnt away,
As the warped moon embraces the shadows of the fools,
The end had been brought near on that day which mortals fear,
Heat being spread with each slash, likely to set the soil ablaze,
Thus is the strengh of a sword which holds in a world of nightmares, likely to never desired to be ever seen before
I will rise,
Rise to paradise again
Spread my wings, free from any chain,
With only one goal in my eyes I look to the sky
Then I rise, yes I will rise
From the hellfire, no matter the price
May I burn
Take my turn
But then it will surely be my time to shine
The beauty of the heavens will surely be mine
I will not stand these flames,
Embrace my devilish distorted wings
See what good that may brings
One last judgement
On this long lasting journey
I will rise, rise, no matter the price
A future dawns dream, draws near
Make it clear
In this realm of art and devilry
Heartfelt dream scapes shape the mirror
In a world so dark that the stars will blind-
Refuse to fall!
Forgotten by both Heaven and Hell
A craft of hearts forms my kingdom!
Take my hand, all ye pariah souls-
The love of light is for all to bear!