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Indulging in the flash, caustic symbolism
No barriers block my path, of hatred guided fury
To escape this mortal life, an underworld destiny
Obsessed seed to mutilate, this religious tyranny

Make them die...
SLOWLY!!

I am called Pariah, bathing in sin
Bring forth the righteous pigs, I shall have their skin
Living for dying, what more can you ask?
My hunger grows stronger, lusting to see
The children of heaven, begging for mercy
I shall make them die, slowly

Die, slowly, now you feel the pain! (The Pain)

Tied down, chained up. locked in place
Cut up. gored out, stabbed in the face
Transfix, crucifix, to Christ you cry
Eyeless, mortified, sacrilegiously putrefied

I have seen through the seven gates
My prophecy of Darkness, killing Christians
And my lust for holy, human flesh
I make them watch their master die
The ******* son, Jesus Christ mordaciously... ...CRUCIFIEDI
I see the blood in your veins
As you look me in the eye
Metaphorically, because you don't
Have eyes,
Or theoretically, because you don't exist?
Nineteen years and I still
Find myself clawing
At that gray patch of sky
Six feet above
Nineteen years, and all my blood
Beats perfectly in sync with yours
Programmed, metric
The heart of the company
Nineteen years,
And the stains of ink blotting
Lines and stanzas on my page
Feel too much to bear
Like birds in the wind
Tumbleweeds
Like the maltodextrin nightmare
Bleeding from the scrape on my knee
Like the words I didn't say
Couldn't say
Dear Audience,
The last of myself
I may ever bear witness to
Bled out in the arms of a
Character I played
For those I hate
******* hell
Beneath the skin
An open wound
Thirsty for blood
Hunger for flesh
Scattered carnage
Wriggling torsos
Pungent, infested disease
Brain candy for dessert
Vomiting repugnance
To die again
Nick Moore Apr 26
Down
Down,
Through the sulfurous haze,
Dante stumbled,
Lost in a
Fiery
Maze

Is this hell or a hammer film set
He asked himself,
Grinning with regret

A demon
Dressed in tattered lace,
With
Fangs and makeup,
A boneyard
Face

"Welcome to the pit, where
Sin abide
And
Dracula's got a VIP ride

The first circle
Fog and gloom
Looking for a friendly face,
I hope to find one soon

Next the gluttons,
Oh what a feast,
A banquet of souls
That never ceased

The brimstone smoked,
And ghosts of
Sinners,
Just happily joked
"Is this hell or a cryptic comedy?"
Dante laughed, lost in absurdity

The third,
greedy souls did cry,
Stuck in the mud,
Can't buy a thing
To
Satisfy

The Sinners dined in darkness,
Yet they slept
Until Dante shouted
"This is the wrong set"

So down to the deepest depths,
Where bat's flapped
And twisted,
Dante's glasses
Got slightly
Misted

But in the end
Dante found a seat,
In hells own cinema
Complete with a
Treat

A demon with a smile,
Made popcorn pop
And said
"You're in for a shock"

Dante sat back with his eternal snack,
And watched
As the credits rolled
"I'm never coming back"
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