Hollowed ground pound the crucifix facing the earth
Here's to skulls and moonshine and the black shadowed hearse
Wide the gates forth the Angel be writ the final curse
Tip the nightmares to lips and give in to the thirst....
Blood, tipped alters wicked eyes and skeletons
Drunken mass by the black hell ya raise that gun
Quote me some Sabbath and let the Cronos scream
Razor blades and dark thoughts clawed forms as I dream....
Fire, smell the flesh sanctified by the burn
Got both fingers raised 'cause no way I wanna learn
Double Bass drumming thunder lightning by the strings
Screw awing the angels I wanna hear the demons sing.....
Devil's sign knife's blade carve it out on my arm
Seein locusts and pestilence and Death's final storm
Arms stretched to heavens watching dark clouds spin
Crooked grin numbing winds giving rise to this sin...
Candles, melting madness and mayhem loose in streams
Finding hold in the forbidden dark angels and sickened fiends
Write my name by the red on walls "see ya soon"
Off to sit the Ice Palace and shake hands with my doom.
~R~
A contest entry
- because i feel like it.... (options) by VerminVomit.
1300 points, ended November 2, 2008, 23 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Let us take on the Domain of HELL....all metaphors welcome! by ears2hearyou.
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Comments
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(kinda relevant fact: im an atheist)
this is kinda random but... well i was in a hotel (which had a bible and the book of the mormons) and i had nothing else to do and i didnt really want to read the begining so i just read the revelations... i didnt really understand it...
the first stanza kinda reminds me of the revelation "Wide the gates forth the Angel be writ the final curse" the curse is like the final plauge...
"Screw awing the angels I wanna hear the demons sing..... " i love this line!!!!!!!!!
wow, this poem is awesome
*adds to finalists list* -
whew!
that was a journey of poetic might!
wow!
Write my name by the red on walls
"see ya soon"
Off to sit the Ice Palace and shake hands
with my doom....
fabulous writing.....you kept the strength
through and through and captured us all vividly.
on a realist note....interesting how you used
the word doom...for a true evil...would call it
the big welcome home.
ears/Seattle
poetically this is astounding!
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thumbs up
can smell the brimstone my friend, even the Ice palace can not slow you down , try some balck candles, the red one will get you in trouble
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I'll have it to proper prompts by closing date. Just wanted to throw it out there....
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