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Prize
By Bashost
the only way to see a soul
behind those masks of blood and skin
is to slice it off when they die
then stare into the source of
sin.
The marrow of all temptation
rests just undrer
a stillborn's face
and when he dies, his skin it rots
then the
evil takes it's place
below the dirt, so close to hell
while heaven reigns with empty skies
that still born rots away
to bones
his flesh chewed off, a demons prize
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Copyright 2013 Bashost
Published on Thursday, February 21, 2013.
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A former member wrote:
Sinister and very poetic piece! I would like to see my soul someday.. Very well penned! :)
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A former member wrote:
They say beauty is only skin deep but ugly holds its own. Ha! Creepy little tale, this. Quite daring of you to paste evil behind the blue gauze of the stillborn's paper~thin skin. Daring, bold, a ghastly flow quite well done. Simple, old. Good one.
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A former member wrote:
I'm just gonna come out & say I only created this account to tell you how much I love this poem. So ....... I love this poem. You write kind of like I do, except I like something about your writing better. I'm not sure if it has to do with the way you phrased this or well, what. But I am so glad you shared this with us & I hope you keep writing.....
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On Thursday, February 21, 2013, FadedBlues
(2169)
wrote:
...the white letters belie the utter darkness of your poem, as void of light as a sealed crypt...
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On Thursday, February 21, 2013, Bashost
(24) wrote:
Thank you :) I'm glad you like it.
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On Thursday, February 21, 2013, Rowan
(202) wrote:
Wow. That was sick! And I'm not saying that in a bad way. Very graphic and detailed just the way I like it! We are not just our skin after all.
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