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- AS ONE WITH THE DEVIL -
Hell becomes me
As one with the devil
Lightning strikes upon the stormy grim night
As the nightmare beast gallops down the road
Necromantic flames burn skeletal eyes
The lashing rain will never quench my thirst
As I, Harvester, take away your souls
The desolate goat
Baphomet
Demands sacrifice
For a vice
One so visceral
The harbinger delight
Full doom tragedy
On the cusp
Bathe on crimson shores
Through the door
Comes creeping shadows
Always consuming more
The pounding of feeble hearts stir my blood
My ancient name carried in morbid tales
Of good and evil that's devoid of God
As Malice stares through her haunted goblet
Awash in the screams of the pits of Hell
My pallid reflection, infection
Will not bare scars of crucifixion spells
Hell becomes me as one with the devil
Pin me down with your deviant nails
My tombs
From Helike to Pompeii
Echo the dead
The moon
From Sodom to Gomorrah
Beckons the dead
The paradigm of parades
Phantasmagorical in their horrors
Let me be remembered
Not as one with God
But as hell becoming
One with the devil
Masters of murder
Crows gather
For the funeral
Infernal
To holy masses
Splendors defined charnel
Magic is writhing in cemeteries
Reserved only for the vilest of lords
Singing hymns in paltry seminaries
Jesus fails to answer any prayers
Not whispered from behind red sinful doors
I will paint the walls with innocent blood
While paving the way for damnation trails
A popular road condemned by your God
Pay the reaper, Charon or Anubis
To lead you unto the black gates of Hell
Spiders spin their webs
Silk terror
For hungry demons
Witch women
Will demand children
To stew in the venom?
My pallid reflection, infection
Will not bare scars of crucifixion spells
Hell becomes me as one with the devil
Pin me down with your deviant nails
My tombs
From Helike to Pompeii
Echo the dead
The moon
From Sodom to Gomorrah
Beckons the dead
The paradigm of parades
Phantasmagorical in their horrors
Hell becomes me
As one with the devil
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 21st Jan 2017
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Anonymous
22nd Jan 2017 00:18am
There's a certain angst channeling through out here.
While the title seems to give away to its meaning,
it by far does not as there is more underlying that meets the eye.
A splendor weave of words; repeated chants grow more
and visibly intense the further the progression goes.
Always A L W A Y S in awe of your bitch wicked ink, my King!
~yours in Hell & Above,
Devil~lyn
22nd Jan 2017 00:26am
Thank you, dearest Devil-lyn. This particular piece was causing quite the uproar on Facebook. A troll or a highly sensitive religious person took major offense and said I was promoting child abuse and devil worship. It didn't to dawn on this person that is a work of fiction. Anyway, someone else reported her for harassment and I ended up blocking her. But any promotion is good promotion.
22nd Jan 2017 2:53am
As I was reading this, each line spoke to me. It warms my heart to read such beautiful poetry. Very rarely can you find someone who can write such magickal words. Words are powerful and I could feel the energy. Definitely a spine tingling sensation.
22nd Jan 2017 3:24am
22nd Jan 2017 3:51am
Darkest Masterful Lord your ink will be forever immortalized engraved on my soul..
love Crim
love Crim
22nd Jan 2017 3:58am
No god in heaven or devil in hell could ask for a better prize. I do thank thee, Lady Crim, from the bottom of this blackest heart
Anonymous
22nd Jan 2017 7:31am
Lord Hades...I can only say I am one of those causing blood to stir right about now...these lines here spoke right to me...
"The pounding of feeble hearts stir my blood
My ancient name carried in morbid tales
Of good and evil that's devoid of God
As Malice stares through her haunted goblet
Awash in the screams of the pits of Hell"
xoxo Sweet Sacrifice
"The pounding of feeble hearts stir my blood
My ancient name carried in morbid tales
Of good and evil that's devoid of God
As Malice stares through her haunted goblet
Awash in the screams of the pits of Hell"
xoxo Sweet Sacrifice
22nd Jan 2017 8:15am
That's all ask. Look beyond the words to see the story. You are a kindred spirit to me, just like Dev and Crim, you get me when others do not. Thank you.
