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The Demons of Hell
Contributed by
BlackFire9786
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Saturday, 7th June 2003 @ 04:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Eyes shining through the night
Serving as the only source of light
Fear creeps upon me, just out of their sight
A shriek pierces the air, so begins the fight.
Demons ripping into their own kind
Like raging animals with darker minds
This struggle goes on for all time
In the darkness hidden by the worlds evil design.
How much evil is in the world, that humans do not know?
How much can the world hide, does nature never show?
People disappearing off the streets, everywhere you go
No one ever sees whos really at fault, theyre hiding deep below.
To hear the shriek cutting the air, making my hair stand on end
Knowing theyre coming for you, knowing their looking for a feast for their friends
Youll never know the fear I know, as into darkness I descend.
They pull me to the depths of hell, be warned they shall come for you too in the end
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2003-06-07 04:05:00]
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Re: The Demons of Hell
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by MoonlitAngel on
Saturday, 7th June 2003 @ 07:09:55 AM AEST
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Ack... I'm scared now! Thanks a lot! I'm gonna be laying in bed thinking about horrible shrieking demons from hell and I'm not gonna get any sleep. Poo. lol. Oh well, great write.
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Re: The Demons of Hell
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by The_Phantom on
Monday, 16th June 2003 @ 11:52:33 PM AEST
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Another great write. I enjoyed reading it.
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