Whispered His NameA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioDevil welcoming a new sinnerHe stopped just in front of Hell’s gate, thought things over, it was inevitably his fate, he was crushed and full of rage, locked away like an animal in a cage, died, no one cried, he was humiliated, without pain, and that went against his grain, his ghost walked with a calm, and he was once vicious and insane, but in Hell that went unnoticed, as evil placed no blame, he was freed of all his shame, as the devil whispered his name. © 2009 Frank F. AtanacioReviews
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Added on February 22, 2009AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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