After

After

A Poem by James Kilic

Flowing red tears sent from his fearful home filled with anger that drives us to join the evil place and that strikes us down to agonise our soul that is striped to the bone and put to work in the bloody cogs of the darkest parts of the underworld that haunts our nightmares.
The shrieks reach up from the fires screaming for mercy and forgiveness to then be forgotten like the othersbthat try; they to start lay to be burned by the hottest flames from below the world.  

© 2015 James Kilic


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James Kilic
ignore grammar im tired, what do you think i will try to check feed back

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Added on July 24, 2015
Last Updated on July 24, 2015
Tags: Hell, soul, heaven, FirstStory, first story, satan, god, devil, im tired

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James Kilic
James Kilic

United Kingdom