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I, Devil`lyn
though I walk through these valleys
of death poetry and hearses
what I sow into this earth
is cursed with blasphemous black verses
and though I fear no evil
for I am divine and victorious
there is still much evil
in all that is satanic and glorious
and though I may be comforted
by thy rod and thy staff
no amount of religion
can exorcise me from my wrath
infernally christened
by a devil`d King
my lips are sealed bequeath
the iron embers of his ring
in all that I am …
a Diva maddened with darkness
in all that I`ve become …
a Diva plagued by a dis`regardless;
my heart is still
a mortal beating with lungs breathing
emotions fleeting;
only a phantom I remain
in your shadow of shadows
and poetries disdain`d
you will remember my name …
though I walk through these valleys
of death poetry and sin
what was bred from this earth
was from semen and men
*for my King
Published 23rd Sep 2017
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