I am new here,
I brim with sin.
Here I belong,
Here I fit in...
Unholy bible black lightning streaks over a lunar landscape,
Angrily and hatefully enveloping a grim grey dour sky.
It's there for show and always to let us know,
He who's in charge He who has control.
Blood red sulphurous rain plummets down,
Callously burning and scolding all in this Devil's Domain.
Bloated blisters cover all it's legion of naked accursed souls,
They cast their evil eye on everyone one they see.
Coldly calculating with malice and hate,
On all their fellow wretched lost crawling by,
And on all their fellow Damned blindly stumbling by.
I remember my many delicious joyful acts in another life,
How I raped slowly tortured then murdered many an innocent wife.
I'd do it again and again and again for I do love to play,
I'll never change my twisted thoughts of malice and pain,
So here I am and here I burn, diabolically forever to remain.
This cruel black fetid Kingdom, in which I dwell,
This cruel black fetid Kingdom, simply called Hell!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The religious will love this poem. It expresses everything they fear. What always amuses me is the belief of being human after death. I would like to see a poem exploring this angle. Well imagined and executed. Forgive the pun.
Oh and great pun by the way.
Thank you for commenting Jane. It's a bit uber-dark and cruel but what the. In for a penny, in for a pound. The complete opposite to Guardian which has been amended and will reup tonight. Thank you again Jane and your suggestion about being human after death is one to ponder. Thank you again Jane and I enjoyed the pun.
Thank you for commenting Jane. It's a bit uber- dark and cruel but what the, in for a penny in for a pound. The complete opposite to Guardian which I've amended and will reup tonight. Thank you again Jane and I enjoyed the pun.