A Rage…

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I have held the raging beast,
With its horns,
My arms aflame,
With raging agony.

Just hold on for a moment awhile,
I smell the victory,
With the rising sun,
In all its glory.

Arms blooded,
The task herculean,
Muscles torn,
Misery yet unborn.

The wispy promise of victory yet,
The drunk revelry of success.
Against all odds,
Life flourishes.

I throw all my rage and emotion,
Hideous beast my soul’s creation.
Beloved, deadly – a dangerous combination.
A beauty, a siren, a nymph, a tease.

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Summoning The Demon…

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Inhuman desires pave
The way to inhuman deeds.
In a dark cave,
A summoning circle leads.

Breathing brimstone,
Noxious fumes,
Sulfurous overtone,
The demon looms.

Wings and claws,
Bloodred eyes,
Heathen laws,
Spewing lies.

Master of illusions,
A puppet maker,
Harbinger of dark visions,
The undertaker.

Beguiles and seduces,
Through desires of flesh,
To ashes it reduces,
Any human so rash.

Tempt you it will,
Through bargains and deals,
A cavernous appetite to fill,
The broken bodies – it’s meals.

In the form of a child,
It will enter your room,
Through its cries wild,
It will seal your doom.

And once it has appeased its foul, hungry hole,
No blood, bone or body left to tell,
Drag it will your immortal soul,
An eternity to burn in the pits of hell!

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