The Untitled horrorA Poem by Treason and MetalA poem that talks about a man's hypochondriac battles inside his own twisted mind..
Grate my skin
Scratch out my hair Drip me in sin Oh! Satan show me not mercy here Carve my suffering Like the craftsman of old Rush forth your evil like a coiled thing And pour your sadist blessings better untold Make me cry Make me beg for a minute shred of pity From even the most miscreant fly But Lucifer let not your whip slow in its fury Hurt me till I'm numb A mindless zombie Punished yet thriving under your thumb Oh sin! Sweet sin imbibe me Break me free from my bonds Rend to pieces my captor's holy rainments Throw him into hell's fiery ponds As I sniveling beneath your sulfurous garments Oh! What freedom I crave I know you'll give For either on land or in my grave On Your lies and reviled pride shall I live © 2016 Treason and MetalAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on September 6, 2016 Last Updated on September 6, 2016 Tags: Horror, Fantasy, religious, supernatural and occult Author
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