SatanA Poem by John StussyA little delight for you Halloween lovers.
Don't ever think to call me your knight
Because I'm the thing going bump in the night. I'm he who the sane loathe and despise, I am he who whispers only lies. Blood and guts and gore and grime Are the products of my crimes. I am death, I am bane, I'm the devouring Acid rains. Within my eyes All you will see, Destruction, Forsaken Futility. Do not call me what you will, But name me as I am. I am hate, I am flame, Satan is my name.
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Added on October 31, 2012Last Updated on October 31, 2012 AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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