deformed devils on a high dose of crack rise off their stool to stare at their prey
the helpless human cannot manage anymore than to beckon a curse upon god
he couldn't do much but to scream out to the heavens, crying, begging for mercy
what did the poor man do to deserve such an agonizing, painful afterlife?
to an unpleasant suprise, he did nothing to displease the eternal one
the man was in hell because god, sadly, went on leave
leaving satan in charge of the chaos on earth
what a mistake!
what a tragity indeed!
the man's fate rests in the devil's hands
what can the human, lost in the pit, possibly do
when there's nothing to save the person from the evil beings
the human rose off the ground
praying to someone to save his life
no reply, god's ears were closed
the devils swipe through his body ripping the fragile nerves out
Author notes
Inspired by my life.
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''tragity'' = ''tragedy'', Last line, how many devils are there? I think you meant to say ''the devil swipes through his body ripping the fragile nerves out''. Quiet dark and a little sad as you say it is inspired by your life. Good luck here.
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Wow, very dark. I'm sorry your going through a hard time dear, I'm here for you if you want to talk!
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*you're
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Thank you? lol
Sometimes I dont use punctuation, on purpose
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