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Jtlbl Jul 2020
His pain is deep, he stroles through hell
Valley of the shadow of death?
Is nothing If u knew his anguish.
He suffers well
A good day that's where he go's to catch breath
There his deomos truly get rest
eyes closed
His minds eyes spoke
Lies it told him he died
he lost all hope
To face his own story though his own eyes
Feeling the pain he caused and all his lies
Choosing death sounds best said in jest
If that good guy had to die???
just know it wasn't you are you high?
Trying to stay positive and keep it light
Clearly loosing the fight
was he a hero, hell No
Not a hope in hell hed see heaven.
Villan disguised,
lies in his eyes
A Romeo, maybe tho?
cassonvoa? sky blue eyes it's over.
Juilets life spiral down the drain
He died 1st
So she would have time to recover
Find find a new lover
He he was rotten the worst
His death was not litural but that of spirit and soul
But years of many that ripped him in two no longer whole
Not even the souls essance
Spending time with him people felt no life no pressamce
His smile lost to time and memory
his laugh blew silent in the breeze
He was left an enemy
People abused him like giant flees
Blood suckers draining his last energy.
Before he left it's was said he became a dog
Parasites he got used to these
In pursuit of happiness he was about to meet his God.
Whatever he thought that was
One last breath he took her hand
His temptress had won
His demise she planned
She had his number on day one
Grinning as the sand spilled through his glass
His time was up he wasn't made to last
The sadow of a man fading away
not even lady luck  could saved him
He's had one last smile to put on his face
His arm in the air and ******* up
His last words were
"I never gave a ****"
A storm blew in and took him away
No remember 's his name such a shame
Trash The world couldn't wait to get rid
A myth once said his name was joahua or josh
Actually a good passionate and funny
Guy
personally if u ask me?
I'd say that myth was a lie
He was cold and couldn't care less
no love in his eyes,just glazed over
His love was a fallen angel
corrupt and rotten
Her pressance stole his life
As this story fortold
Second for second
She would never allow him to grow old
what he did for her, locked him out of heaven.
banned from the gates his soul would fall forever
Into the melting ***
A sinner God forgot
No children, no wife
She consumed every part life
For u see she was neither a women angel nor devil
Or a suddtress as he said
she was herion
power in bag
Which that storm was said to blew out
It Took him away, it his future
His Legacy and life died that minute
He finally let mr quid go too
In truth
If u saw one u saw the other
Quid was his brother
A second half of whole
For what he realised that moment
Was his other half he searched years,
Was the face looking back In waters refleftion
The peace they searched for
Was within himself he had been at war years now
Finally realising women blame for his pain
The sabotage his thought imagine and brain
So me made another character
To deal with the pain
to look in his own eyes
Look past the pain
Look past the lies
Quid was born  
Locking josh in back of his mind
Forced to face life
Forced to simile
Forced to Wait
just a while
Daily It starts all over
But there nothings left
To be taken or broken
Hes stronger now
Romeo and Juilet Was cute
next it will be mess
****** in mind
trying to stay
Blessed pshhhh
This is just my story
****** that won't lay Down
A just a ****** who refuses to frown
A just a ****** coming for everything even what u have chained down
I'd say lock away your women but this clown?
Already tho em and this town
These words hold no value
Just **** talking
Words walking
Mind's boring
Paper scoring
****** snoring
Sobriety exciting
Or so the words were at enthralling more than the pain of insomnia in recovery let me stop before I stutter mutter and rhyme with butter
Quid out
Drugs women devil angels money art my mind a storm and God and a dog it's all there should be a book or movie
Alicia Moore Jul 2020
Life is like a video game,
The motive is to survive the ultimate level.
You can be the one to cast the flame
And shift the blame,
But in the end —
We’re all faced with the devil.
The Diablo sat there one day amongst his inner innocence and decided that he no longer wanted his heart broken.
The Diablo cried and cried until he couldn't no more as it started to **** him on the inside.
The Diablo said to himself that he's going to block out all emotions and love for others and cause a reckless destruction while his heart of fire turned to cold dead stone.
His fingernails grew long and black after rotting under his temptresses phony heart.
The Diablo cried out loud but no one could hear him so he started to stomp his feet on the ground and grow his white angel wings into a sharp velvet black.
The Diablo had enough, he was tired of love, tired of being treated like a *******.
Diabo finally gave up and without a care did as he wanted to keep himself happy.
The Diablo is always filled with fire, but this time he ignited on the outside to show his burning sensation from within and he slowly withered away into a corpse shell to hide into his darkness with the phantoms in the trees.
Alan S Jeeves Jul 2020
Satan visits often,
He arrives at dead of night;
He counsels me
Where I should be,
He exhorts with all his might.

Satan visits often,
I find him in the dark;
Tine figured head,
Eyes fiery red,
A prong to make his mark.

Satan visits often,
Ghostly in his cloak;
My troth to break,
My soul to take,
My very faith to choke.

Satan visits often,
Expounding where I'm wrong;
He has his say
Till break of day,
He attests where I belong.

Satan visits often,
Bearing bread and wine;
I may not know
Which way I'll go...
Mayhaps with him I'll dine.

ASJ
Pete Elliot Jul 2020
There I stood,
Or wait was I sitting?
It doesn’t matter details aren’t important.

She said she wanted to be my friend,
Or wait was it that we were no longer lovers?
I don’t remember details aren’t important.

I said I knew what you did,
Or did she tell me?
Wait, I think she told me, but I didn’t care about the details.

I was looking for something more,
Or wait, did we turn into something less?
It didn’t matter it was a small detail.

I looked for God when there was no one else,
Or were the eyes I saw in the clouds just imaginary.
It doesn’t matter, the devil was in the details and I ate too much of his lettuce.
When time passes details get lost but I never forget how I felt.
J Mathew Jun 2020
Loyalty and Honesty
Are such old fashion qualities.
Now Hatred and Envy
Are real celebrities and followed by paparazzi.

These celebrities have made us blind,
Destroying this world that was just fine.
They were first created in our mind
And flows down to our heart via our spine .

Now the devil is laughing and saying lol,
We have prioritized these qualities above all.
We do not understand that we are all equal
We have stoop down so low to find everyone's faults.

Many are teaching about goodness
But practising in our daily life is the hardest.
Injustice, bloodshed is what we witness,
But have no power to stand against evil's greatness.

No power doesn't mean we are weak
It means we are allowing the devil to play hide and seek.
Right in our minds, hearts and cheek
We have becomes fans of the worst freak.

                                            J. Mathew
I'm writing this with my experience from my life that I have to face everyday......P. S Don't mind me if I'm being rude here
Paul McMahon Jun 2020
Come in, come in, do not be afraid my friend
Walk up my steps and through my door
Everyone is gathered and waiting to commend
Your courage for treading upon this floor.

Of course I am so much older than the glass and wood
That you see now as you make your way inside.
To understand this fact I wish you only could
That I have lived here since long before Christ died.

Please don’t be afraid of that light brush against your leg
It’s only the cat, she heard you enter and now she nears
Do not reach to pet her, this I really must beg
You will come off worse, she hasn’t eaten in 500 years

This shell that is my current form was raised when Victoria reigned
In my life I have been a castle, a poor house, a stables and a fort
Stories of my evil, flow down the years never being explained
But ignore all that, it is the over eager indulging in their sport.

I have not done such bad, perhaps an occasional suicide.
My most recent look and see the very rafters where she hung from
She is most impatient about meeting you ever since the day she died
Shush now can you hear that sound, why it is the dinner drum.

They are over excited, that’ll be the children who live my walls
Cemented in by the parents convinced they were possessed.
The screams that day, you may hear them yet echo down the halls
An awful way to perish, you must consider yourself truly blessed

Six children I have listened to them scream ever since that faithful day
When brick by brick they disappeared so that their parents may flee
The couple met with the black death, that was the price I made them pay
And I got six fine young companions in this house for all eternity.

We do have time before we sit so let’s take a walk upstairs
Three times spouses have sent their lovers tumbling down the other way
Have you ever heard a neck snap as the spinal column tears?
And when the murderer finds what they’ve done they knell to pray and pray

I have them all those three great falls
Downstairs they sit over dinner moonlit
Waiting our guest and each in contest
To hope to spend tonight with our new friend.


Enough of that, I must complete the tour of my ancient abode
From the master bedroom I have really just the view you need.
See that tree? There men caught many a debt they were owed.
Stoning, their enemies tied to it and forced their lives to concede.

Such a messy business and when you meet them I ask you not to stare
The dents and scars of crushed and shattered skulls have followed
Each of these poor agonised fools from life so fair
To this side, to spend their time with heads misshaped and hollowed.

And again the drum *** *** that tells us we are expected
‘tis so rare we get a visitor to join us as we dine
It took a while to gather this meal but now it is perfected
We’ll feast on souls and blood shall serve as a wine.

Ignore that sound, don’t look back for I know you will regret
The hideous creature that follows us will turn your form to stone
That hot damp feeling on your neck it is the beast’s own breath
Stay at my side, by my step it will devour you should you walk alone.

Notice please if you will that the house is changing in exhilaration
Why only just this moment we were walking down steps of wood.
And the house plays its part in giving us this beautiful creation
Can’t you see, it’s now torn out human limbs on which you're stood.

Mind your stomach, keep it down, we have a feast ahead
We would all be saddened if at this time your constitution failed
They have waited so long for no one ever comes to visit us, the dead
They’ll want to hear of your old life so full and deeply detailed.

Old life? Why yes indeed, that is the arrangement that you made
With your friends when you accepted the wager to stay in the haunted house
The deal is done, the book is closed, the ultimate price has been paid
My friend, you look so shocked and you’ve gone as quiet as mouse.

Every time I claim a soul my friend the devil plays upon his fiddle
Come now dry your tears don’t let them know that you cried.
You are our guest of honour take that seat the one that’s in the middle
The girl beside you, she hung herself and in death she’ll be your bride.

Sit my friend don’t pretend
That tonight you can take flight
From this place and your life retrace
You are now here so accept the fear

Finally we are all altogether, at our feast from now until forever.
Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
With the ****** Virus,
continuing it's Live Concert
on Earth
and Hell stacked,
with all Our Devil's.
I for One,
am keeping My Fingers crossed
and Praying........
that Heaven will Host Me
on their Premises.
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