Posts Tagged ‘Devils’

I slew this demon,
By my own rageful hand,
Within the swamp of a stuporous night,
To study its vile anatomy,
Work out why devils play the way they do,

This scalpel shall cut hotter,
Than any inferno of hell,
Such is my conviction,
I feel the arcana swirl about this cadaver,
This is the one,

As I make my initial incision,
A cloying ooze of sins drips out,
Infantile shrieks as it hits the floor,
Why continue to bear such filth?
I bottle it up for further inquisition,

Prepare the rib-spreader,
Let’s see this things core,
Stinking heat emanates like breath,
Yet only a void hides behind ribs,
These beings have no heart,

Saw the skull past the jagged horns,
Expose the mind of evil,
How does devilry conduct its plans?
The neurons pass only sick ideas betwixt,
It holds naught but the stench of malice,

So what have we learned?
Devils will always be devils,
Evil will always be evil,
It is intrinsic to their souls being,
It is proven,
If you witness malevolence within a man,
Just remember it is root and stem.

As I stare blankly at the page,
Me and my mind make a pact,
A pact with this book of nightmares,
This monster I put my pen to,
A sanctum for every horror that crosses my minds eye,
Or perhaps an asylum?

This is my unholy gift to you,
A window into my mind,
Full of horrors and abominations as it is,
I must continue to write regardless,
I must keep creating these literary monsters,
The book demands it.

I begin to write,
And the nightmares come out to play,
Letters and words creep from recesses,
Punctuation slivers hither-and-thither,
Sentences of madness begin to form,
I’ve released a monster.

Or am I creating it?

BON

Take care if you ever gaze into a static screen,
It could mesmerize you,
Perhaps try to take you over,
Is it for evil?
Or perhaps for your own good?

What do you see in the static?

Do you see ghosts?
Perhaps you see angels and devils?
Do you see the end of the world?
Do you see the future?
Do you perchance see yourself gazing back?

What do you hear in the static?

Evil whispers?
Cries for help?
The flames of hell?
The lies of phantoms?
The whistling of trees?

What do you see in the static?

Good or evil,
Remember that it could take you over,
It is a foolhardy soul,
That stares into the eyes of the static.

Static

Angels are no better than us,
And Devils no worse.
With our sermons and invocations we manufactured them.
We brought them into being.

We are both order and chaos incarnate.
We are Yin and Yang.
Light and Dark.
Hell and Heaven.
Good and Evil.
We made them.

We are them.

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