Hey guys, this is a horror poem I had to write for one of the classes I'm taking......
Before you read the poem, read this.
1. I don't sit around in a dark dungeon thorugh the gloomy night, writing disturbing poems by candlelight while listening death metal music. Or do I?
. Jk, I just wanted some of your opinions and insight about the rap/ poem.
2. The poem has some religious relgious references but I am in NO way a "Bible thumper" or a Christian. I wrote the poem to poke fun at those kinds of people actually..... Nor am I some kind of Satanist or freaky devil worshipper lol. I kind of believe in a mix of deism and agnosticism. I feel too lazy to explain what those are so look it up yourself.
Enjoy! (Or run away from me, screaming that there's something wrong with me)
The fearsome beast, howling to the skies
The satisfaction he felt at hearing their pitiful cries
He left their corpses in the ditches, covered with diseased flies
A million murders, matricides, lies
Not one of these crimes compare to the ones commited by the Terrible One
His very presence turned the flowers to ashes and darkened the crimson Sun
Rotting flesh, carnage, putrid maggots, and pain
All by Him were brutally slain
The droplets of blood of a thousand infants fell down as rain
Bathing their mothers in the lifeblood of their offspring
Throughout the bleak city their soul-piercing screams did ring
Then came the flames, writhing and twisting, scorching and crimson red
Most were consumed by the vast raging inferno and others fled
Those that ran were swallowed in the obsidian, unpenetrable Fog
They were found years later, frozen solid, stiff as a log
Their emaciated corpses, sickly and a dark blue
Their innards and mortal shells in the abyss, churning like a boiling stew
Hollow-eyed spirits, they could not resist temptation
Condemned for their mortal sins, bound to eternal Damnation
They pleaded and groveled for someone that could bring them salvation
Then came the fateful man, clad in gleaming armor
Unmatched in ferocity, temerity, and valor
An aura of raw energy seemed to emanate from his being
His glowing presence caused the blind to once again resume seeing
The darknened chambers and crypts were filled with dazzling light at his arrival
All seemed well, until out of the sinister shadows came a distorted beast, it was His rival
An ever changing abomination, shifting, contorting, the Master of Death
On the other side of the Void, the Messiah, ready to fight to the last breath
For the epic struggle over Time between the two sides of man
One side, which will love and care, the other, which will slaughter for the tiniest plot of land
Finally, the two behemoths clashed at the center of the Abyss
The answer is up to you, who will win; the Sinful or the Sinless?
January 26th 2011, 2:04 am
