The Thin Line Between Dark And Light Poem by Kid of Los Angeles

Deep, dark acidity.
The devil wraps his tongue around those within the true testament.
Heaven and light holds nothing but a beautification of a pit in hell.
The satans tongue drops with such acidity and poison,
His parchment burns for beneath his form.
Claws - long and delicate - drip blood from the sacrificial arteries of sinners.
The harrowing eyes that glow with passion and distraught humor.
An absolute crazy calm. A psychosis. An insanity in a desert.
A cloud in a lake. The Sinners shall pay.
Revenge rides upon the back of a sharks fin.
Latching to infuriating life. The claws.
Penetration of every scale. Yet the shark continues to ride with sin upon his back.
Slowly hurting. Slowly burning. Slowly dying.
Is his destination to be reached?
From the heavens of hell, more spirits gather.
Determined.
Determined to harvest Eve’s apples.
To grow fathers snakes.
To rise above the golden colors of this distraught, heavenly earth.
Remove them, and bring the colors into a pitch black depth of darkness and serenity.
Sweet razor blades provide the coriander with it’s draining.
Blood drips from the drained bodies.
Souls imprisoned in midlife crisis. Midlife?
Whole. Entirety. Release

Sin has proved worthy of his father...