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Array ( [sid] => 142402 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Demon Slayer [time] => 2008-05-15 11:49:16 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A death dealer I am made to be

The path to Hell paved in a crimson sea

Down Death's corridor

Bones lie chilled upon the floor

As flames rise up and begin to sear

The flesh of the body torn by fear

Your sins will take root in a field of black

Seeds sown in the darkness

There's no turning back

Souls washed in misdeeds

Reap now your havest of venomous seeds

You take from the world and never give

Its a wonder that you manage to live

But karma is a cause and effect

Yours has rotted along with your regret

And into the pit you shall descend

No help reachs your soul my friend

No angelic hand draped in grace

Will ever yearn to touch your face

You pathetic entity of sorrow

With the rising sun of the morrow

You will be cast away from the light

For you are a shunned creature of the night

You who take life from the innocent

Already dead inside

Causing pain you should instead prevent

Like a ghost you had walked the darker ways

Strayed from health, in the shadows he plays

A demon of the hated one

Back to Hell, to He Who Shunned

I can take you there and so I will

It is my duty, your blood to spill

I am here to protect from your hand

I will disrupt your hateful band

Of perverse merry makers and dogs

Hearts born in the depths of Hell's bogs

No longer will you torment this earth

Banished from Heaven since your birth

Fare well and may Satan greet you well

Goodbye forever, you're going back to Hell

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The Demon Slayer

Contributed by tundrahydra on Thursday, 15th May 2008 @ 11:49:16 AM in AEST
Topic: surreal



A death dealer I am made to be

The path to Hell paved in a crimson sea

Down Death's corridor

Bones lie chilled upon the floor

As flames rise up and begin to sear

The flesh of the body torn by fear

Your sins will take root in a field of black

Seeds sown in the darkness

There's no turning back

Souls washed in misdeeds

Reap now your havest of venomous seeds

You take from the world and never give

Its a wonder that you manage to live

But karma is a cause and effect

Yours has rotted along with your regret

And into the pit you shall descend

No help reachs your soul my friend

No angelic hand draped in grace

Will ever yearn to touch your face

You pathetic entity of sorrow

With the rising sun of the morrow

You will be cast away from the light

For you are a shunned creature of the night

You who take life from the innocent

Already dead inside

Causing pain you should instead prevent

Like a ghost you had walked the darker ways

Strayed from health, in the shadows he plays

A demon of the hated one

Back to Hell, to He Who Shunned

I can take you there and so I will

It is my duty, your blood to spill

I am here to protect from your hand

I will disrupt your hateful band

Of perverse merry makers and dogs

Hearts born in the depths of Hell's bogs

No longer will you torment this earth

Banished from Heaven since your birth

Fare well and may Satan greet you well

Goodbye forever, you're going back to Hell





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Re: The Demon Slayer (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 15th May 2008 @ 12:52:03 PM AEST
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Whoooooo this was a right down bone chilling write.

Michelle




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