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satans hell

Contributed by Hannah_Heaven on Wednesday, 21st July 2004 @ 05:52:40 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



hollow indside
no lost words
just remembered
still cant find what keeps him going
power over strengh
all this time
the screams wake him up
and he prays
'thank you my friend,for bearing me into this pit,of hell,iam not hell,the place where the souls fear most,and the night hides,that is hell,fear increases power,so at my greatest strengh iam,thank you...'
he closes his eyes
and the thunder surrounds him
the whispers of the grey women
the rain drops increased to lakes
the snow,ice caps
hell may seem hot
inside
your burning
what left of your soul
is on fire
but your skin is frozen
the world you knew
is boxed in
you shudder with pain
as your insides are being crushed
the wind a hurricane
and your hair is standing on its back
but keep reminding yourself
your not really here,its just a state of mind
wake up wake up
your in a coffin
the worms eating your dead flesh
the maggots feeding on your insides
i wonder did he feel like this
the master
from going so high
to bottom endless
he looks at me
once so beautiful
is cursed without doubt
his face is mangled
and his eyes are always bleeding
his face stainded red with the blood
his pupils black
and the whiteness grey
everything about him revolts me
but i must ask i must know
he opens his mouth
and its like my ears bleed
but i must listen i must
how did it,what did it?!
'you want to know?'he cries,my ears bleed,their tearing
'yes'i cry
he laughs and my ears split i cry out in agony
'ok,i will tell you...the world i knew was so bright your eyes hurt,the sun so warm,clothes was uneeded,the light,you finally got use to,and you loved it,cherrised its radience,it wasnt such as a place,but a feeling,complete immortal happiness,the grey bubbles,stress,were relieved and you could fly,float,like clouds,but clouds,would be to heavy,this was utter bliss,wings sprouted from my back,the ridge by my shoulders,they felt so soft,not knew,like my best friend,i began to love it,love it all,my reflection in the rivers,in the sea,i looked so beautiful,i was loving me more than heaven,and HE was realising it,every second he was disliking it,i knew because he favoured me the most,i was the ONE angel,HE bansished me after,sent me to my own individual hell,sin after sin,my face grew mangled my body mishapen,and that truely killed me,this is my hell as much as it is urs,you see,no face,is as sinned as my own,so as i look on at you,and the souls i gather,i pity myself,and cry inside,for that love,for that face,the light,i want it all back,HE cursed me with this,to remember and not forget ever,that i was once besides HIM,and HE will never forget,and he made sure,neither will i....'
his voice droned on
and on
into eternity
and i never forgot
that hell
is a place
of innerself
and hell
didnt seem that painful
and sinned
damned
dark
or hated
i found my inner me
if only
he could of found it
when he needed to
like i...


too late......................




Copyright © Hannah_Heaven ... [ 2004-07-21 17:52:40]
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Re: satans hell (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Wednesday, 21st July 2004 @ 06:22:21 PM AEST
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great write. my standing with my beliefs has changed once again so i have no grounds to be opinionated as usual =]

this is somewhat controversial to people who are close minded i would assume. nice insight. there are always more sides than can be found.


Re: satans hell (User Rating: 1 )
by PoeticMystery on Wednesday, 21st July 2004 @ 08:52:44 PM AEST
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I must say, that Satan created his own hell. He chose that path. God created him a beautiful angel as all the others and he wanted to own the world including God, which couldn't happen. He is evil and so is hell, hell is where Satan belongs!!


Re: satans hell (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 21st July 2004 @ 09:43:47 PM AEST
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interesting point....yet it seems everyone blames god for something. maybe...maybe people/former angels do it to themselves. just..a thought. lol

acy


Re: satans hell (User Rating: 1 )
by hrpuffnstuff on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 03:36:37 AM AEST
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well i think there is no god or devil we have no proof of either.but if there is a god he better have his legs crossed when i die.
v interesting and thoughtful write
love hayleyxxxxxxxx




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