Pleasure From From Your Pain Date: Tuesday, 1st November 2005 @ 10:44:30 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: fredsmith Pleasure From Your Pain Infesting my pain, Into your soul. Spill the blood, Of the holy one. Incarnated from evil, Dig a blade into them. Heaven is only a lie, Created from illusions. Our hatred for god, He cast out our lord. Pity on your existence, All was created to die. Pleasure from your pain, I walk with the dead. Demons are among us, Spreading their pain. Condemned to hell, My soul no more. He feeds on the hatred, Seeing the evil within. Watching the blood pour, Hearing the screams. Death to those who oppose, They shall suffer for their sins. By Fred Smith This poem is Copyright © fredsmith Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=108898