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THINGS THAT THE DEVIL BRINGS
The things that crawl in the shadows of the night
Are nameless and faceless writhing for the torture
Show spook house madness incarnate
One with the devil and the mourning song of ravens
Utter terror grasping your innards tight
Find yourself going cold ‘neath the night’s fangs
Drowned in the blood of the sacrificed
When faced with the things that the devil brings
The schism wakes the monsters
Driven by scenes of murder
Hold tight your sons and daughters
And invite
Them to the slaughter tonight
The cemetery song of pain and distress
Makes my dead heart beat fonder for the fodder
She’s the coffin starlet of sin
One with the devil at home with lovely carrion
The creeping doom crucifies the last hope
Find yourself going cold ‘neath the night’s fangs
Left all alone with the hangman’s rope
When faced with the things that the devil brings
The schism wakes the monsters
Driven by scenes of murder
Hold tight your sons and daughters
And invite
Them to the slaughter tonight
You can never know
A pain like this
Lest you suffer too
The devil’s kiss
Drive the stake deeper
Into the chest
The curse on the verse
Becoming possessed
this dominion of daemons
in this season of lesions
betrayal in gethsemane
when the serpent comes to feed
pierced from below
fangs from the hollow
and the chorus of screams
resound so sweetly
The creeping doom crucifies the last hope
Find yourself going cold ‘neath the night’s fangs
Left all alone with the hangman’s rope
When faced with the things that the devil brings
The schism wakes the monsters
Driven by scenes of murder
Hold tight your sons and daughters
And invite
Them to the slaughter tonight
Utter terror grasping your innards tight
Find yourself going cold ‘neath the night’s fangs
Drowned in the blood of the sacrificed
When faced with the things that the devil brings
The schism wakes the monsters
Driven by scenes of murder
Hold tight your sons and daughters
And invite
Them to the slaughter tonight
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Are nameless and faceless writhing for the torture
Show spook house madness incarnate
One with the devil and the mourning song of ravens
Utter terror grasping your innards tight
Find yourself going cold ‘neath the night’s fangs
Drowned in the blood of the sacrificed
When faced with the things that the devil brings
The schism wakes the monsters
Driven by scenes of murder
Hold tight your sons and daughters
And invite
Them to the slaughter tonight
The cemetery song of pain and distress
Makes my dead heart beat fonder for the fodder
She’s the coffin starlet of sin
One with the devil at home with lovely carrion
The creeping doom crucifies the last hope
Find yourself going cold ‘neath the night’s fangs
Left all alone with the hangman’s rope
When faced with the things that the devil brings
The schism wakes the monsters
Driven by scenes of murder
Hold tight your sons and daughters
And invite
Them to the slaughter tonight
You can never know
A pain like this
Lest you suffer too
The devil’s kiss
Drive the stake deeper
Into the chest
The curse on the verse
Becoming possessed
this dominion of daemons
in this season of lesions
betrayal in gethsemane
when the serpent comes to feed
pierced from below
fangs from the hollow
and the chorus of screams
resound so sweetly
The creeping doom crucifies the last hope
Find yourself going cold ‘neath the night’s fangs
Left all alone with the hangman’s rope
When faced with the things that the devil brings
The schism wakes the monsters
Driven by scenes of murder
Hold tight your sons and daughters
And invite
Them to the slaughter tonight
Utter terror grasping your innards tight
Find yourself going cold ‘neath the night’s fangs
Drowned in the blood of the sacrificed
When faced with the things that the devil brings
The schism wakes the monsters
Driven by scenes of murder
Hold tight your sons and daughters
And invite
Them to the slaughter tonight
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 17th Sep 2017
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Anonymous
17th Sep 2017 7:02am
the King of Underground Darkness
emerges once again;
a poem best for All Hallows Eve ...
oh, my King
you went deep & dark in this one;
such slaughter through a penmanship of words
and a buffet of acoustics;
if I were the child, I would be frightened.
~yours, Devil`lyn
17th Sep 2017 7:04am
Anonymous
17th Sep 2017 7:10am
You`re that darkness in my light, and I am humbled ...
17th Sep 2017 8:13am
my Darkest Lord you chill me
with wicked words wrought
from the devil's lips
they are the things of my nightmares
the legends of my dreams
& i'm singing his song with you..
fucking bad ass..
love Crim
with wicked words wrought
from the devil's lips
they are the things of my nightmares
the legends of my dreams
& i'm singing his song with you..
fucking bad ass..
love Crim
17th Sep 2017 4:01pm
Should we applaud those who do not find solace in darkness or weep for them? We are like minded souls. Thank you, Lady Crim.
17th Sep 2017 4:04pm
weep for them my Dark Lord for they never see the beauty of the spires of hell..
17th Sep 2017 6:43pm
17th Sep 2017 8:31pm
18th Sep 2017 00:23am
What more can I say...except this was dark, sexy, creepy, and everything in between. Love for sure. <3
18th Sep 2017 2:10am
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