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Hades Rise:A Prose Of Praise To Hades Rising
Kneel and obey
He is Enigma...cloaked
A shadow draped in flames
Ashes and smoke
He holds your purest objects of faith in effigy
He is plague
A curse hanging from the lips of doomed souls...trapped in his torments
His will is...condemn...rape...burn
Your soul
His pen is a bone shard
His ink...a dastardly blend
Blood
Mixed with all the black of Hell's sins
He waits for nothing
His tongue through magicks profane
Sealed your fate
Again and again
The lambs to the slaughter
Feel Hades Rise
(c) 2016 Jamers Mitchell
He is Enigma...cloaked
A shadow draped in flames
Ashes and smoke
He holds your purest objects of faith in effigy
He is plague
A curse hanging from the lips of doomed souls...trapped in his torments
His will is...condemn...rape...burn
Your soul
His pen is a bone shard
His ink...a dastardly blend
Blood
Mixed with all the black of Hell's sins
He waits for nothing
His tongue through magicks profane
Sealed your fate
Again and again
The lambs to the slaughter
Feel Hades Rise
(c) 2016 Jamers Mitchell
Published 23rd Feb 2016
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23rd Feb 2016 4:57am
23rd Feb 2016 5:22am
The tibute is yours Lord Hades.
Leave the bowing to your servants.
Those knees are clean for a reason.
You bow to none.
Leave the bowing to your servants.
Those knees are clean for a reason.
You bow to none.
23rd Feb 2016 5:28am
I give credit where credit is due
Even to an unworthy wretch as you
Damn, that rhymes.
Even to an unworthy wretch as you
Damn, that rhymes.
23rd Feb 2016 10:11pm
