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The thoughts of Fallen Angels
By closermike
You screech and shiverÂ
throughout the night
Demons come and
Demons hide
A little Girl who died of disease
there
is no escaping from her screams
the rocks that burn yet never out
Hell's this place for those who doubt
For those who
murder, rant, and rage
Hell's a place where demons play
The time has come
when the sins of men enter the lake
the lake with no water
but instead the burning flesh of mortals
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Copyright 2013 closermike
Published on Monday, March 11, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
This is my second piece of work, please give me some feedback as a young poet. not many people my age are interested in poetry, so pleasae enjoyComments on "The thoughts of Fallen Angels"
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A former member wrote:
I love this the vision of hell plays well in my mind as i read it
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A former member wrote:
Very interesting, piece, young friend. Heh. I very much love the last stanza. Nothing more than corrupted mortals deserve: a lake of fire and burning bodies. Best regards.
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On Monday, March 11, 2013, matteus
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wrote:
Extravagant piece, quiet imaginative for a young blood
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