Never dying, ever crying an innocent in hell,
Ephemeral in lifetime, no time to say farewell.
Just hatred pure and growing, from the moment of his death,
Small hands that cling and suffocate and rob the livings breath.
Dark anger from an angel that never grew to live,
No love or tender feeling did he ever learn to give,
Compassion never grew inside just willingness to kill
An aching void to satiate and with his blood lust,fill.
Dead satans child,sad spawn from hell,foul patrilineal sib,
Lying tortured in his infancy, blood dripping from his crib…
A contest entry
- Ghost Writes by BabyBun.
380 points, ended August 18, 2008, 28 entries
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Comments
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Great entry - thanks and best of luck.
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