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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Gate Keeper Of Hell
[time] => 2005-05-02 10:21:21
[hometext] => the Soulseeker seek to enter one of hell's door, but is stopped by abaddon. here the story
[bodytext] => Once upon a mid-night dwell. I stood before the gate keeper of hell. He bid me an question, how far do the sun stand from me allowing you to enter this land. I reply, The sun do not stand no not anywhere. but rides the space now move half breed. But the demon said, who are you that knows this an human with such knowledge. I reply, For I'm the seeker of souls that one that God allow to enter half breed. The demon) I shall not bid you to enter this way. Find yourself another human. I said. do you wish the angels to strike and another to hold you office. The Demon) What anger can hold this authories, That I abaddon shall obey. Just than three angel appeared. Why do you repond so spuditly demon. for you know the decree. Bid the soulseeker to enter or stand to fight me. The Demon) I answer not to the most high God or any of his powers. Just before the angel was to strike satan appeared. than said, abaddon move aside and bid the seeker to enter. Less I shall find fought against you myself. (abaddon) What matter of evil is this. just than satan yelled an mighy roar that pushed abaddon aside. and lift him up to tere him apart. And abaddon yelled an hellish srceam as his body was put back together. And satan turned to the angels and said, Away with you there, for I know the laws of heaven and what was decreed. And suddenly the angels were gone. and I stood before satan again and alone. Than satan said, My demons are born of pure darkness and Their office they hold dear. But sometime they forget the laws and the rules. And I said to satan. Its true what you said but I must do what is willed. To go into hell to see and write before the day grow ill. And satan bowed to make a joke and said this way you shall go. And I passed through the gates of hell to write an new poem. Ronald Campbell the seeker of souls. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 13 [informant] => yaladaoth [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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