From scraps and bile he molds himself,
half man and half machine
The underworld was once his realm,
he has a twisted wicked dream
Lord is what he will be called,
with a Cimmerian nature; that you can taste
Rising from the bowels of Hell,
to torch the sky with his nefarious embrace
The scourge of man; he breaks the dawn,
to inflict his deeds of pain
Each day he grows much stronger,
there’ll be no ending to his reign
The beast; he does take many forms,
as he conducts symphony of rage
Stripped naked is the truth of man,
the whole world now his stage
His armies march with decadence,
as they flay the people’s souls
The huddled masses cower and pray,
as pure hate takes all control
The strings will play a sad lament,
bared bones beating out the measure
From his inhumane atrocities,
he derives his only pleasures
From the edge of dawn, ‘til dead of night,
a constant droning of bloodied screams
For Hell has come to Earth these days,
in his atrocious bloodthirsty regime
Author notes
g.]http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/7690/subrepoprofundumuf4.jpg "The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout"
A contest entry
- My first contest :) Loads of Options, Allowing Pre-writes. Come in and see:D by chilali.
700 points, ended November 5, 2008, 52 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great write. I loved your take on the picture! Thank you so much for entering and good luck. Oh! I just noticed. Please mention the line "the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout" in your AN. If you went through the entire contest page, you'll know why
Thank you once again. 
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Nicely done. Very stark. It is a great interpretation of the picture prompt. Best of luck in the contest.
Mike
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