I Am The Devil Poem by Saint Cynosure
I Am The Devil
I'm sly in my craft,
I'm wherever your at,
I'm the beast hidden in shadows.
I'm the reason you cry,
I'm the reason you die,
I'm a field of black lilies and sorrow.
I'm a burn to skin,
I'm the hatred of kin,
I'm the horrid monk of evil.
I'm whats lost and disturbed,
I'm the worst of all words,
I'm the hater of GOD.
I'm the devil.
Nice, very morbid, demonic and artistic, I enjoyed the way, that the poem flowed form one point to the other. Very quick and to the point, very cutting and on the edge, , Thank you for a fresh point of view
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4/26/2024 4:30:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm the horrid monk of evil. i like it... it's um diff. to say the less. good job. Becca