Like Hedges of hell all fiery red,
Trim the roses black and dead.
A scream of scraping metal, poison found,
In hottest terror, flames abound.
As torcher twists upon your bones,
Your chilling sigh for not be told.
The devil dwells within its bloom,
Your dying soul, forgotten soon.
Your cries unheard in terrors brow,
The demons shriek, a haunted howl.
For depths within their womb still born,
The cycle, burns with torturous form.
The angels weep won’t save your soul,
Nor any moral written scroll.
Upon his throne, there he sits ,
Hells master, all throats are slit,
Denying righteousness he waits,
For your eternal soul in hell to take.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2025 04:16
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Comments4
A poem of darkness and horror. It calls to peoples fears. Nicely written
Dark but very poignant in today's world, when you look around its easy to think the devil is winning, enjoyed the read
Great write
A chilling picture of what awaits when we give up the moral soul. Disquieting, but very powerful, and definitely to be contemplated.
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