Array ( [sid] => 160927 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Transient [time] => 2010-07-03 17:09:47 [hometext] => A devils wish a demonic plague or just a sick barstard trying to justify it all. [bodytext] => Another chance has come my way
A chance to act to make her stay
So with deception I plan and plot
My blood boils with thoughts so hot
I transcend into mirth of mystery
With reflection of our history
I contemplate the outcome
I do the math consider the sum

It is done my final act
Consumed with my devil pact
No hindrance with my choice
I silence her screaming voice
Bonded tight in her chair
I begin to survey the torture lair
Perhaps a picture on my wall
As her final breath makes its call

These corporeal beings I must bide
To urn my place by his side
The devil is my only friend
To him these souls I will send
Their flesh I use for my bread
The skin I fashion to cover my head
Their blood to drink, this my reward
Until I release the devils hoard.





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3:25:03 AM



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Transient
Date: Saturday, 3rd July 2010 @ 05:09:47 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Balmain_Tiger
Another chance has come my way
A chance to act to make her stay
So with deception I plan and plot
My blood boils with thoughts so hot
I transcend into mirth of mystery
With reflection of our history
I contemplate the outcome
I do the math consider the sum

It is done my final act
Consumed with my devil pact
No hindrance with my choice
I silence her screaming voice
Bonded tight in her chair
I begin to survey the torture lair
Perhaps a picture on my wall
As her final breath makes its call

These corporeal beings I must bide
To urn my place by his side
The devil is my only friend
To him these souls I will send
Their flesh I use for my bread
The skin I fashion to cover my head
Their blood to drink, this my reward
Until I release the devils hoard.





Tuesday, 18 May 2010
3:25:03 AM



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