The True Words of SatanA Poem by K. Carver
I am destruction wrapped in a cloud of sorrow.
All I seem to accomplish is pain and anguish. I produce daily. Here, have some. I spread the negative and I extinguish the positive. My clowns are sad, and my bunnies have fangs. Enjoy them. I'll give you the rain. I feed off the weak. Give me your soul. I'll make it worth your while. Come with me. We'll go visit Hades. You can feed them your heart. You don't need happiness. I'll give you sadness. So smile. © 2010 K. Carver |
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Added on April 25, 2010Last Updated on April 25, 2010 AuthorK. CarverHornbeckAboutYes. Well. Not much to tell, so not much to read. I write poems, mostly. I'm breathing with life. I don't believe that I'm quite successful at either. I do ask one request of anyone who may read this:.. more..Writing
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