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-Evil-

Crawling up from his grave,
he crawls, crawls, crawls-
out of the wretched hole
Ripping through the threads that hold us apart,
he rips, rips, rips-
through everything that he stole
Marching with the others,
he marches, marches, marches-
on through hell
Evil is what he's notorious for creating,
they thought they knew him well
Hurry up, the devil's awaiting-
for you to join him, and the rest,
no one knows what'll happen if you protest

Copyright {c} 2007 Hannah Duffin {All Rights Reserved}

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  • Aurora Ceres
    May 23, 2007

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    Ohhh I likey!!!! One thing....rechid....should be wretched Now, I love the contrast of the background and subject matter...that actually made me laugh....which is good because, to be honest...I have a hard time with 'dark' poetry. Not that I think it's bad. I love love love the repetition of the crawls, rips, and marches....added a bit of drama to the piece. This was fun to read aloud...with those repetitions....oohhh I ramble...I like it!!!!!