jeremy anderson

Withering Dreams

i walk the pits of hell not knowing whats in store.
the flames rise to screams of torture
the mountains of black ascend.
i see the beast reaping souls and forever wasting away
harvesting hepless innocent spirits
this dream so clear, a sign of divinty
unhallowed skies gather to the dead silence of hell.
the weapons of undivided destruction.
the war begins
the heavens almighty power uphold the mass of light and
the heavenly father does stretch his hands we pathetically beg to mercy the devil spits and pisses on his sacred flesh as we breath the breath of the hollowed and holy.
my wings spread and enter to a world of everlasting harmony

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 4, 2007
Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011

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  • Rachel Ann Finley (4/7/2008 8:42:00 AM)

    this is very interesting... it captures you in that makes you keep reading... very good

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