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[bodytext] => Suburban Life 1- a quiet house It's not her fault, she was born that way A long time ago, on a bleak rainy day Her twisted looks, her tormented mind Came from her father, he was one of a kind Her mother shone beauty, a virgin was she Until offered to him, and his seed he set free She carried the child, for nine months long Until finally that day, the devils daughter was born The mother she screamed, the father was pleased What was this evil, into the world, she had unleashed Religious she had been, a woman of God But now her God, was the dark lord The daughter would live, life in the black And here she would stay, kept in the dark Locked away from mankind, locked in a cupboard In a small house, in a small city suburb ************************************************** Suburban Life II- evil unleashed She's been in the cupboard, twenty-one years long Now she has power, she's grown strong Her fathers been feeding her, keeping her alive Devil worshippers met, plans for her were contrived Getting out of her prison, she will now be freed And at night, on souls, now she shall feed Bringing Gods people, down to their knees Making her father happy, him she will please Evil unleashed, such a powerful tool Her strength will keep growing, the world she will rule Her seed she will plant, all over, throughout She'll get to me and you, we better watch out ************************************************ Suburban Life III- on her way She's on her way, getting closer each night Moving in darkness, avoiding the light Feeding her lust, with souls in her way Hearing their thoughts, as with minds she does play She rips bodies apart, no blood to be shown And drains out all energy, pumping up her own Leaves them all lying, broken where they fall Like stringless puppets, or a broken doll Moving on now, she's near your house It's no use hiding, like a mouse Your mind she will clear, take your soul and heart Then you'll just be, another pawn in her pact [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => parkman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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