Poetry competition CLOSED 14th February 2017 10:27pm
WINNER
dejure (vick)
dejure (vick)
RUNNER-UP:
HadesRising
Devils and Darkness
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THE KILLING OF A MESSANGER
If there is no God
There can be no Heaven
And if Heaven doesn't exists
Neither can Hell
Today I watched the Devil
Butcher a brave young man
So I petition all the powers of the cosmos
If there isn't a Hell
There sure as 'Hell' ought to be!
THE KILLING OF A MESSANGER
If there is no God
There can be no Heaven
And if Heaven doesn't exists
Neither can Hell
Today I watched the Devil
Butcher a brave young man
So I petition all the powers of the cosmos
If there isn't a Hell
There sure as 'Hell' ought to be!
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Demon Need
He swaggers through innocent thought
With hard cock in hand
Grinning meniacly behind eyes clouded by euphoric haze
His lanky arm moves rapidly
His goal, a seminal shot to my morale
That breeds taboo within my sexual psyche
Leaving shame my compass
Guiding me deeper and deeper away from true self
My despair is his playground
His sharp piercing chortles echo between temples
Destraction leaves my reason impaired
He burries his bone deep inside my desire
His fury fuck hits fever pitch with each erroneous decision i make
He has rendered me a naughty naughty girl....
My fetishes lead me everywhere
And no where
He swaggers through innocent thought
With hard cock in hand
Grinning meniacly behind eyes clouded by euphoric haze
His lanky arm moves rapidly
His goal, a seminal shot to my morale
That breeds taboo within my sexual psyche
Leaving shame my compass
Guiding me deeper and deeper away from true self
My despair is his playground
His sharp piercing chortles echo between temples
Destraction leaves my reason impaired
He burries his bone deep inside my desire
His fury fuck hits fever pitch with each erroneous decision i make
He has rendered me a naughty naughty girl....
My fetishes lead me everywhere
And no where
The well
I must share with you my latest discovery.This fresh new information isnt for the faint of heart, the meek, the weak, the dainty. In the deepest darkest corner of my mind-I stumbled across something quite deadly-the utmost harrowing find. A well; quite old, black-looking unused and decrepit. Bravely I stepped to peek over the edge-my Lord! I wish I hadn't! It willed me to gaze upon it. I cursed its wicked deception. For when I looked down at the midnight black muck-terror seized my heart as something unholy straight from the bowels of hell rose up.
In one hand a mighty sword and the other a bloody scythe; screaming my name-my sanity it was trying to claim.
For a moment I was stuck at that spot-frozen with fear
I looked it straight in it's beaty red eyes...
Leaning forward I whispered in its rotting ear"Back to hell you foul,nasty beast-you have no power here-get outa my head, outa my face! Go now just be gone-disappear! For I am the terror-the chaos-the storm-I alone claim this realm"
Slowly he lowered back down whence he came
As I turned and ran shaking and sweating with fright
I knew I had changed-never again would I get close to the well from which flows my ideas,my inspiration -my muse for creation.
The next time my demons and I do battle-a victory I cannot promise.
Sadly I may drown in my own personal hell -chocking on my pain.
My soul lost in the pit of damnnation.
In one hand a mighty sword and the other a bloody scythe; screaming my name-my sanity it was trying to claim.
For a moment I was stuck at that spot-frozen with fear
I looked it straight in it's beaty red eyes...
Leaning forward I whispered in its rotting ear"Back to hell you foul,nasty beast-you have no power here-get outa my head, outa my face! Go now just be gone-disappear! For I am the terror-the chaos-the storm-I alone claim this realm"
Slowly he lowered back down whence he came
As I turned and ran shaking and sweating with fright
I knew I had changed-never again would I get close to the well from which flows my ideas,my inspiration -my muse for creation.
The next time my demons and I do battle-a victory I cannot promise.
Sadly I may drown in my own personal hell -chocking on my pain.
My soul lost in the pit of damnnation.
Written by Afroqn73
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There once was a boy who had great insecurities
Low self esteem and perfect impurities.
He reached out to his god and asked for strength
What he got in return was silence to great length
Frustrated and confused
He called forth the devil
Sacrificing his soul to be put on the pedistool
A deal bad been made the boy seeked power
But the boy be a coward and sped up his final hour
Not even 18 and his life now soon over
No deals with the devil equal 4 leaf clover
Theres always a catch
Always a trick
A little fun at best
Soon filled with regret
Aching with agony
Plagued with his decision
The boy slit his wrist
And cuts deep into his neck
The devil appears and laughes
What are you doing
You time will come when i feel like choosing
You called forth i
You made the deal
Next time read the fine print
Never will you feel
Any sort of emotion
Youre now under my heel
Live this life filled with abuse.
Misery and anger and tragedy perfuse
So the boy grew old
Lived a successfully miserable life
Living till 100 hes been told
Never marrying not once no wife
90 years of hell on earth
The devil appears and claps. Thats worth
You miserable fuck youre coming with me
Sentenced to eternity
Endless torture which you will feel
Treats as if a thief though you never steal
You are gods master piece
And you betrayed him for me
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Low self esteem and perfect impurities.
He reached out to his god and asked for strength
What he got in return was silence to great length
Frustrated and confused
He called forth the devil
Sacrificing his soul to be put on the pedistool
A deal bad been made the boy seeked power
But the boy be a coward and sped up his final hour
Not even 18 and his life now soon over
No deals with the devil equal 4 leaf clover
Theres always a catch
Always a trick
A little fun at best
Soon filled with regret
Aching with agony
Plagued with his decision
The boy slit his wrist
And cuts deep into his neck
The devil appears and laughes
What are you doing
You time will come when i feel like choosing
You called forth i
You made the deal
Next time read the fine print
Never will you feel
Any sort of emotion
Youre now under my heel
Live this life filled with abuse.
Misery and anger and tragedy perfuse
So the boy grew old
Lived a successfully miserable life
Living till 100 hes been told
Never marrying not once no wife
90 years of hell on earth
The devil appears and claps. Thats worth
You miserable fuck youre coming with me
Sentenced to eternity
Endless torture which you will feel
Treats as if a thief though you never steal
You are gods master piece
And you betrayed him for me
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
The Master (Ritual)
Sequel to THE MASTER
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Author's Note : This prose was written as entree piece for the competition, Abnormal Psychology in Everyday Life.
A week had gone by and the sleeping demon lays restless, eager to get out of its cage. Hunger evident on his rambling and a thirst for blood compels him yet once more; as convincing as a malefic force in a tidal wave of gigantic proportion.
"It's time my friend, we need to feed and find our prey."
That little voice whispering and keeps nudging him slowly takes shape behind the mirror above the sink. A person glowing, with a pair of dark angel's wings, smiling at him with eyes ablaze with menace and acrimonious sweetness - a deadly concoction sipping in his spirit, filling it with a desire so stringent as a turbulent storm brewing on the horizon ahead.
"It's time!"
Exclaiming indifference, he finally agree and mentally shakes the hand of the monster; embracing the challenge, knowing that it’s what he really wants or rather, what he really needs to quench the craving within him.
And with that, he and the demon become one and the same. No more reflection, no more conversation, no more confusion – fueled by the same advertence and malevolent intentions, his thoughts flee, sure of its direction. It went to the building next to his own and the vivid image of the reception desk and its occupant flashed on his conscious mind, Hilda...
Hilda, her long black hair shining like a queen's crown that beacons his attention…
Hilda, just the ripe age of 25, the same age of his Ma when his Pa left the family for a wealthy ninny and starts whoring away her virtue just to feed him and his sibling.
He remembered all her cries of pain, more often than her moans of pleasure; resonating through the thin walls of their home. He often dreamed about all her drunk customers who liked it when the children watched as they violated her while cries of their horror echoes like music to their ears.
In a helpless state, they all endured, until such time that she no longer wakes from her fainted state…
Hilda, whose wanton way threatens the protection of her very own children; not worrying if she screwed one beau after beau after beau just to satisfy the nymph within, her conjoined twin, seemingly more important than her own offsprings.
Hilda, needs his help. She needs to be guided to the path of enlightenment. The errors of her way calls for sound judgment and punishment without delay. God is watching and the son of man would oblige on the day of eschaton.
No lady should be what she is!
No kids should go through what they had been through!
No mother should allow that, and do what she does!
She's wayward!
A harlot!
A sinner!
A cause worthy of his endowment!
His resolve so muscular, he gets ready for the vigilance. When the moon comes looking down and when its fullness illuminates the sky, Hilda would meet with her destiny...
Her true love would come and no matter the resistance of the zodiacs, star crossed lover they may have, no reprieve would be given and no salvation would be forthcoming.
Hilda, the bed of daisies await her presence in his secret garden behind the ancestral home that serves as his second dwelling.
Inside his car, the stereo calms his mind. As he patiently waits for her shift to end, his own soothing voice recites a chant he recorded for he may forgot...
In the windowless basement,
No sound would escape it.
Don't worry!
Make her scream in terror,
Let her wail in pain!
No one would hear her pleas for survival...
No one would ever care!
Three hours of torture and excruciation,
Strip her, unnerve her!
Gag her, clamp her!
Electrocute her with her feet...
Submerged on a basin of water!
Pull out her nails...
One by one with a plier!
Whip her back and mark her!
Bind her to the Rack,
Dislocate her bones from its sockets!
Slice her tits with a katana,
Burn her clit with cigarette!
Violate her rectum,
With a nine inch choke pear!
Fuck her only after then;
Deposit all of the would be children...
In a womb that'd soon whither!
Slowly drain the life out of her...
With hands incased in a pair of leather gloves;
Besotted with her blood,
Stained with her tears, sweat and urine!
When dawn comes,
And before the sun is up…
Lay her on the earth,
Where daisies bloom…
And Ma awaits underground.
They belong together,
Along with all the others like them!
And there she comes, waving at me with unknowing smile...
To be continued….
©Oxy2016DUP
All Rights Reserved
Author's Note : This prose was written as entree piece for the competition, Abnormal Psychology in Everyday Life.
A week had gone by and the sleeping demon lays restless, eager to get out of its cage. Hunger evident on his rambling and a thirst for blood compels him yet once more; as convincing as a malefic force in a tidal wave of gigantic proportion.
"It's time my friend, we need to feed and find our prey."
That little voice whispering and keeps nudging him slowly takes shape behind the mirror above the sink. A person glowing, with a pair of dark angel's wings, smiling at him with eyes ablaze with menace and acrimonious sweetness - a deadly concoction sipping in his spirit, filling it with a desire so stringent as a turbulent storm brewing on the horizon ahead.
"It's time!"
Exclaiming indifference, he finally agree and mentally shakes the hand of the monster; embracing the challenge, knowing that it’s what he really wants or rather, what he really needs to quench the craving within him.
And with that, he and the demon become one and the same. No more reflection, no more conversation, no more confusion – fueled by the same advertence and malevolent intentions, his thoughts flee, sure of its direction. It went to the building next to his own and the vivid image of the reception desk and its occupant flashed on his conscious mind, Hilda...
Hilda, her long black hair shining like a queen's crown that beacons his attention…
Hilda, just the ripe age of 25, the same age of his Ma when his Pa left the family for a wealthy ninny and starts whoring away her virtue just to feed him and his sibling.
He remembered all her cries of pain, more often than her moans of pleasure; resonating through the thin walls of their home. He often dreamed about all her drunk customers who liked it when the children watched as they violated her while cries of their horror echoes like music to their ears.
In a helpless state, they all endured, until such time that she no longer wakes from her fainted state…
Hilda, whose wanton way threatens the protection of her very own children; not worrying if she screwed one beau after beau after beau just to satisfy the nymph within, her conjoined twin, seemingly more important than her own offsprings.
Hilda, needs his help. She needs to be guided to the path of enlightenment. The errors of her way calls for sound judgment and punishment without delay. God is watching and the son of man would oblige on the day of eschaton.
No lady should be what she is!
No kids should go through what they had been through!
No mother should allow that, and do what she does!
She's wayward!
A harlot!
A sinner!
A cause worthy of his endowment!
His resolve so muscular, he gets ready for the vigilance. When the moon comes looking down and when its fullness illuminates the sky, Hilda would meet with her destiny...
Her true love would come and no matter the resistance of the zodiacs, star crossed lover they may have, no reprieve would be given and no salvation would be forthcoming.
Hilda, the bed of daisies await her presence in his secret garden behind the ancestral home that serves as his second dwelling.
Inside his car, the stereo calms his mind. As he patiently waits for her shift to end, his own soothing voice recites a chant he recorded for he may forgot...
In the windowless basement,
No sound would escape it.
Don't worry!
Make her scream in terror,
Let her wail in pain!
No one would hear her pleas for survival...
No one would ever care!
Three hours of torture and excruciation,
Strip her, unnerve her!
Gag her, clamp her!
Electrocute her with her feet...
Submerged on a basin of water!
Pull out her nails...
One by one with a plier!
Whip her back and mark her!
Bind her to the Rack,
Dislocate her bones from its sockets!
Slice her tits with a katana,
Burn her clit with cigarette!
Violate her rectum,
With a nine inch choke pear!
Fuck her only after then;
Deposit all of the would be children...
In a womb that'd soon whither!
Slowly drain the life out of her...
With hands incased in a pair of leather gloves;
Besotted with her blood,
Stained with her tears, sweat and urine!
When dawn comes,
And before the sun is up…
Lay her on the earth,
Where daisies bloom…
And Ma awaits underground.
They belong together,
Along with all the others like them!
And there she comes, waving at me with unknowing smile...
To be continued….
Written by OxyMoronicMe
(G.L.)
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At night I stand behind you when nobody else will
With a firm hand on your shoulder
Sending whispers which fall upon your ear
I speak with the persuasiveness that one would expect
I am the hand which holds the razor aching for your neck
And still... nothing will ever hold you so dear
Looming like a black cloud rolling in the shape of an angel
I've buried my halo to keep you from the light of it
I am a storm hanging just above you, possessive and always near
For your soul is their debt but you are my toy so long as you are here
From above I cast a shadow black with ease
And while I flick my wrists to the beat of unnatural things
You prance like my marionette without strings
As you dance with my hands, our shadows match and leave you strapped with Satan's wings
Sin for me, my Puppet so easily convinced
Cum as my words inseminate your ear
I am not your guardian angel
I am The Devils puppeteer
At night I stand behind you when nobody else will
With a firm hand on your shoulder
Sending whispers which fall upon your ear
I speak with the persuasiveness that one would expect
I am the hand which holds the razor aching for your neck
And still... nothing will ever hold you so dear
Looming like a black cloud rolling in the shape of an angel
I've buried my halo to keep you from the light of it
I am a storm hanging just above you, possessive and always near
For your soul is their debt but you are my toy so long as you are here
From above I cast a shadow black with ease
And while I flick my wrists to the beat of unnatural things
You prance like my marionette without strings
As you dance with my hands, our shadows match and leave you strapped with Satan's wings
Sin for me, my Puppet so easily convinced
Cum as my words inseminate your ear
I am not your guardian angel
I am The Devils puppeteer
Hysteria
Two consciousnesses in a game of tag
Both standing their hard grounds
Pulling each other to faint, fighting for dominance
Battling each other's will.
It's my time now, get out of my way!
No! I'm done letting you steal my life away.
Your life is mine, as mine is yours
But soon, yours will be mine as it should.
You can never be me, stop your delusions
What you are is just a figment of my imagination.
What a fool you are thinking like that
I have the memories, you have the lies.
Memories better forgotten than remembered
Memories that horrible shouldn't be a reminder
That memories constitute who you were and still are
How dare you forget! How dare you erase!
It's mine to do with, not yours to play with
It's mine to slash not yours to bask
You can't live without, you can't change who you are
Forgetting, will that make you any less of a sinner
No! It's not my doing.
I did not want it, I do not like it.
Whose carnal desire was aroused
By the violence before his eyes?
Not mine!
Whose hand was it who suffocated, to silence the baby's cry?
No, it couldn't have been mine?
Deny all you want, but why am I still here?
Written by OxyMoronicMe
(G.L.)
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- - - LIGHTBRINGER - - -
On the cusp of the downfall of Eden
Seraphim writhe in agony, screaming
At the remains of the Walls of Jericho
When lost Nephilim are still seeking
A place in time where crimson rivers flow
No sovereignty to fake queens and kings
A place for blackest souls
That night when Eve caught a fallen star
Come in the guise of the tempter's mark
Adam's dickless self sat there ashamed
As Eve was seduced by the wicked flame
She kissed the cock in the dark of the sunken pit
To prepare the flock to crawl from the fucking shit
I am not your god, I am more than empty
I am the dawn that comes in blackest night
I am the tears that wash away grief, simply
I'm not your god but I am the morning light
Lightbringer, Lightbringer
Lightbringer, Lightbringer
I chase away the mists
The snake slithers to the feet of saviors
Enlightened in the pain and the flavors
So glorious, they adorn the crucifix
To rejoice in Satan and seek favor
Lapping at the blood just to get their fix
Just a deep red wine that they savor
For the great 666
Pleasures of Sodom and Gomorrah
Forbidden fucks of mantichora
Shepherd gutless selves sat there ashamed
As prophets were seduced by wicked flame
They carved the scar by the light of the coming day
To worship the star in the kingdom of the fucking flame
I am not your god, I am more than empty
I am the dawn that comes in blackest night
I am the tears that wash away grief, simply
I'm not your god but I am the morning light
Lightbringer, Lightbringer
Lightbringer, Lightbringer
I chase away the mists
Lash me to the whipping post
I am not the holy ghost
Lay your burden before me
And I will ease your suffering
Lightbringer, Lightbringer
Lightbringer, Lightbringer
I chase away the mists
I am not your god, I am more than empty
I am the dawn that comes in blackest night
I am the tears that wash away grief, simply
I'm not your god but I am the morning light
Lightbringer, Lightbringer
Lightbringer, Lightbringer
I chase away the mists
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Written by HadesRising
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Fresh Meat
Six foot six and six hundred sixty six pounds
He swings a massive blade to the chopping block down
Grunting and growling as he cleaves the meat
Crunching through bone not leaving it neat
Blood stains the walls been splattered galore
Still can't amount to the pools on the floor
His cloven hooves trudge through the puddles
Toward the next victim people scream and struggle
Like deer they are skinned peeled and still conscious
Torn from the scalp down to the haunches
Rolled in salt to flavor the savagery
Then thrown on a hook to savor the ag
ny
Slow dying eyes helplessly watch
As the demonic butcher readies the pot
Licking his lips with a blistered forked tongue
He chewes on the skin from a body been hung
Slurping down the last bit of a face
He reaches for the hilt of a scab covered blade
Above head and horn the swing comes down
Dismembers the body with a thumping sound
Tearing through the abdomen reaching inside
Gutted like a fish the body now dies
The entrails are then hand selected
Then fed to the next to be dissected
And boiled for a month until the bones are the softest
Then fed to the monsters who hide in your closets
Six foot six and six hundred sixty six pounds
He swings a massive blade to the chopping block down
Grunting and growling as he cleaves the meat
Crunching through bone not leaving it neat
Blood stains the walls been splattered galore
Still can't amount to the pools on the floor
His cloven hooves trudge through the puddles
Toward the next victim people scream and struggle
Like deer they are skinned peeled and still conscious
Torn from the scalp down to the haunches
Rolled in salt to flavor the savagery
Then thrown on a hook to savor the ag
ny Slow dying eyes helplessly watch
As the demonic butcher readies the pot
Licking his lips with a blistered forked tongue
He chewes on the skin from a body been hung
Slurping down the last bit of a face
He reaches for the hilt of a scab covered blade
Above head and horn the swing comes down
Dismembers the body with a thumping sound
Tearing through the abdomen reaching inside
Gutted like a fish the body now dies
The entrails are then hand selected
Then fed to the next to be dissected
And boiled for a month until the bones are the softest
Then fed to the monsters who hide in your closets
The Submissive Queen Of The Underworld
I lay my serpentine form
at the foot of your throne
worshiping you my Lord
darkest of dark
evil incarnate
you bathe me
in the blood of the river Styx
before offering me holy communion
from your glorious cock
spilling your seed
down my throat
I drink in your essence with reverence
black semen that causes
me to see wonders
of the underworld Hades
winged beasts fucking
virgin sacrifices upon
your alter of damnation
they become wanton whores
obeying your every whim
in subservience they bow to you
I am your jewel who you
demand obedience from
my submission given willingly
"fuck the beast my pet"
"yes my Master"
as I open my legs
on the slate slab of offering
you watch on stroking yourself
not wanting to be bothered
by the whores surrounding you
the beast has two huge cocks
he takes me roughly with a growl
in both my cunt and ass at once
you look on with a hard glint in your eye
fully erect now ordering a whore bend over
as I am being ravished by the beast
pounded hard by his forked cocks
that tear my inner walls as he impales me
blood begins to trickle from both orifices
this sends you into a fucking frenzy
coming hard in the whore of Babylon
you say "come my pet"
let me lick the blood from your cunt
the venom on your tongue healing my wounds
grateful I bow at your feet you carry me
to the foot of your thrown once more
here my Queen is where you stay chained
(Inspired by Lord Hades and His wicked ink)
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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!!WRATH!!
I spread my arms wide o'er the earth
As I call my children hence near.
To give to me all that you're worth,
I tell you the time is now here!
I seek the revenge I deserve,
Already the movement's begun.
Don't dare fail me or lose your nerve,
Go forth, the four corners undone!
Away, and away to make haste,
In all the land set the pyre.
Your pillars of flame to lay waste,
Mayhem!, bring me my desire!
And now I can see of my wrath
The spread of unthinkable cost.
Of vengeance's unholy blood bath,
Of slaughter and innocents lost!
My minion. that's it, give me more,
The terror you spawn to their knees.
It's enough it's me you adore,
I'll never reward you your deeds!
I spread my arms wide o'er the earth
As I call my children hence near.
To give to me all that you're worth,
I tell you the time is now here!
I seek the revenge I deserve,
Already the movement's begun.
Don't dare fail me or lose your nerve,
Go forth, the four corners undone!
Away, and away to make haste,
In all the land set the pyre.
Your pillars of flame to lay waste,
Mayhem!, bring me my desire!
And now I can see of my wrath
The spread of unthinkable cost.
Of vengeance's unholy blood bath,
Of slaughter and innocents lost!
My minion. that's it, give me more,
The terror you spawn to their knees.
It's enough it's me you adore,
I'll never reward you your deeds!
