The Devil's

The Devil's

A Poem by K
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A one line prompt from a friend

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I could hear the screams of the dying,
The cries of the tormented,
A voice in the back of my head.
They begged for help,
But I was powerless, with a heart of ice,
I cared not for the damned.
They stretched out pleading hands.
Craving my mercy,
Receiving their agony instead.
I had no pity to waste on the broken.
These were the souls I had won,
And I would not free them.
To hell they would go,
Their sins as plain as day. 

© 2016 K


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