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Demon Hole - Poem by ARSHAJ GAIKWAD

As it slashes around,
Its very crimson blade,
And now your time’s over, it says,
As merry as the church bells rings,
I feel, I hear the devil sing.

Still hoping to see the daylight today,
I move my heart to way far away,
And hoping not only for a fortune roll,
Keeps pulling me down the demon hole.

And now I feel the sins in my life,
The good & the bad & the true & lies,
As the film in my mind is running high,
de blast from the past & the banging tide.

Still I see through the flashing tide,
The cracking of waves, rising high,
And through the silver cloud of smoke,
Shimmering and deadly rises the soul.

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  • (10/16/2006 2:28:00 PM)

    F#%king awesome poem Arshaj.... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 16, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 19, 2010

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