Malice

[Deciviel]

Note: I am not a goth, nor do I worship the devil in any way.


He sinks the good of hearts o' plenty,
With his scathing breath and ominous fire.
His shadow remains imprinted for all eternity,
On the minds of those who call him sire.

His horned visage encites a mass,
Worshipping the devourer of light and sun.
Fools who believe they can outlast,
The hell of fallen ones.

Fire! Vengeance! He calls out their names,
Pulls them down, one by one, into the pit.
Some are crucified, others are maimed,
Feeding the fuel to keep the hellfire lit.

He stalks the mortals as he embraces the dark,
Soundless echoes enshroud their minds.
The dark one, his call they soon shall hark,
As he converts them to his own wretched kind.

The whips of fire are put to use,
As they enslave the hordes of thousands.
They wish they were dead, they long for a noose,
But instead, searing pain is endowded to them.

Bodies are littered throughout the fire,
Only to be resurrected and killed again.
Of this cruel torture, the demons never tire,
As the now crippled are continually slain.

Bloody infestation is rampant, and maggots crawl,
Devouring the entrails of their unlucky victims.
Women are raped, their bodies sprawled,
Deemed guilty by fates jurisdiction.

The neverending night, it will outlast them all,
As it goes on for all eternity.
Too late to be saved, to hear God's call,
This is their home, this hell without pity.

[belanna_rules210]

Wow! That is cool!

[belanna_rules210]

this is an interesting church poem... how rare.