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Satans Pitchfork.................

Contributed by chard on Friday, 15th August 2003 @ 07:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

WHat happened to the days when I could, just walk?
Without hearing him talk!!
I want to feed, without tasting him bleed!! Why does he have control of me??!?!?
SATAN........Your the evil that lurks. When a man is hurt, mentally and emotionally.
When Im depressed, I can feel you, openly...Provoking me...!! Coaxing me..!!
When Im vexed. I can feel you poking me!! Making me act more ferociously!!
He smells like roasted meat, chillin on my shoulder piece. Way too close to me!!

Thing's weren't always Dark..........
There used to be light......
There used to be an Angel that chilled on my right...
Till that one horrible night....
When SATAN........wielded his Pitch Fork, and took my Angels life!!
With that life, he took my light.....
Without light I have no sight....To see the Devil's that fight. To control my soul...........
Catching, flaming Pitch Forks, through my frontal lobe. Making my cranium swell.
Then implode, internally. Eternally, burning me. I yearn to be / free.
From clasps , attached to me. Heated to six hundred and sixty six degrees….

When I sleep. I see the flames within his domain, where all Love is slain.
When I rise from the Portal of Demise. Darkness, describes the feelings inside!!
Whisper’s of instructions.
Echo loud………
Echo hard……….
When I fail, he leave’s scars….
So, DON’T ***** WITH CHARD!!!

Copyright Â© chard ... [ 2003-08-15 19:45:00]
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Re: Satans Pitchfork................. (User Rating: 1 )
by Jason_Robert_Britt on Wednesday, 3rd September 2003 @ 06:18:39 AM AEST
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Great write... I can so relate to this... Satan stuck his pitchfork into me a long time ago... this poem is very alive, vivid, yet cold and lifeless at the same time... great job! maybe someday you'll find your light again. I write the darkness out of me, here you have done the same.

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