The Kill Of Victory And Hell Poem by John Shea
The Kill Of Victory And Hell
Here I sit and rot in hell
Lucifer knows me well
I drag out my bloody chain
My dirty deeds like they are fame
He smiles awhile and grins
My silver blades are for him
Pain is my reward as We perish
For good is the victor
As we burn in hell
Relish the victory
It was high time for his demise
Perhaps an angel sent me
All good can be mighty bad.
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8/29/2026 3:07:48 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
The good are often the bad, the bad are often perceived wrongly and are in fact good :) nice write!