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Father Beckons
Within myself I see darkness. The darkness of an empty soul.
Emptiness....The emptiness of my heart dark and cold.
Am I Alive?
It's become hard to tell these days.
Or...have I died?
Are the images I see visions or memories of the grave?
Surrounding me empty holes 6 feet deep. Tormented souls reaching, grasping, clawing from the depths at my feet.
Trying to pull me in. "He awaits you." The tortured souls say.
"Satan... The Prince of Darkness, Lucifer....it's time to go give your father his due today"
Emptiness....The emptiness of my heart dark and cold.
Am I Alive?
It's become hard to tell these days.
Or...have I died?
Are the images I see visions or memories of the grave?
Surrounding me empty holes 6 feet deep. Tormented souls reaching, grasping, clawing from the depths at my feet.
Trying to pull me in. "He awaits you." The tortured souls say.
"Satan... The Prince of Darkness, Lucifer....it's time to go give your father his due today"
Published 30th Aug 2012
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30th Aug 2012 8:03pm
Nothing in life is irreversible except death, the devil cannot have what you do not give. No matter what we do in life or have done there is forgiveness if you want it. Another very deep piece.
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Anonymous
14th Nov 2012 9:00am
Nicely done, I think this poem is a morbid delight. Simple structure but I like it!
