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THIS WRETCHED PHAGE
Darkness reigns like the memory of love
Heartfelt and cold with the caress of shadow
My last friend is the beast that thrives
With murderous intent, the knife in the night
Feeding demons without consent
Configuration of cenobite laments
Cage me inside a wrought iron cell
The demon speaks to my bitter phage
Is this my own personal Hell
To speak venom on this wretched page?
My fiend is the ghost at my tomb
Sacrilege galore beneath the haunting moon
Those lonely spirits I implore
Desecrate the holy shrine that I abhor
Madness reigns with the memory of pain
I wait in chains beneath shadows of remains
Cage me inside a wrought iron cell
The demon speaks to my bitter phage
Is this my own personal Hell
To speak venom on this wretched page?
This wretched phage
The thunder resounds
‘cross burial grounds
Awaken the dead
With songs of the dead
Tasting the decay
Deep within the grave
And when Heaven dies
The devil may cry
With tears of joy
This wretched page
Nothing will remain
After cleansing flames
Bitter be thy pill
Cursed be thy quill
Inked with angel blood
‘fore the eye of God
Awash in the plague
Phantasms on page
This wretched phage
Cage me inside a wrought iron cell
The demon speaks to my bitter phage
Is this my own personal Hell
To speak venom on this wretched page?
This wretched phage
Will never rest in peace
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Heartfelt and cold with the caress of shadow
My last friend is the beast that thrives
With murderous intent, the knife in the night
Feeding demons without consent
Configuration of cenobite laments
Cage me inside a wrought iron cell
The demon speaks to my bitter phage
Is this my own personal Hell
To speak venom on this wretched page?
My fiend is the ghost at my tomb
Sacrilege galore beneath the haunting moon
Those lonely spirits I implore
Desecrate the holy shrine that I abhor
Madness reigns with the memory of pain
I wait in chains beneath shadows of remains
Cage me inside a wrought iron cell
The demon speaks to my bitter phage
Is this my own personal Hell
To speak venom on this wretched page?
This wretched phage
The thunder resounds
‘cross burial grounds
Awaken the dead
With songs of the dead
Tasting the decay
Deep within the grave
And when Heaven dies
The devil may cry
With tears of joy
This wretched page
Nothing will remain
After cleansing flames
Bitter be thy pill
Cursed be thy quill
Inked with angel blood
‘fore the eye of God
Awash in the plague
Phantasms on page
This wretched phage
Cage me inside a wrought iron cell
The demon speaks to my bitter phage
Is this my own personal Hell
To speak venom on this wretched page?
This wretched phage
Will never rest in peace
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 5th Jul 2017
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5th Jul 2017 1:03pm
"Cage me inside a wrought iron cell
The demon speaks to my bitter phage
Is this my own personal Hell
To speak venom on this wretched page? "
my Darkest Lord love your blackened quill..
love Crim
The demon speaks to my bitter phage
Is this my own personal Hell
To speak venom on this wretched page? "
my Darkest Lord love your blackened quill..
love Crim
6th Jul 2017 1:43am
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6th Jul 2017 12:01pm
Anonymous
6th Jul 2017 9:01pm
Darkness, it continues to become you,
my King.
``The demon speaks to my bitter phage``
but without such intent
where would darkness
truly be?
This is where we are needed:)
~yours in darkness, Devil`lyn
7th Jul 2017 00:09am