Demon Posts
Everyday like another day unveils,
A rotten hulled ship, stuck at the keel.
Dangerous converts thus bewared & kneel –
Till thunderous Heavens did peal.
Hello – hi there – excuse me Rudiments.
Come beg salvation with your armaments.
You shall have a bloodied ground of tents,
Every rule that dearest Death might vent.
Did you see that small motel en-way?
Where the little girl with her headless toy, did play?
When hours rolled in the couch Nemesis did sway?
How the earth creaked – ripped hearts astray?
First steps to your damnation are fine.
Half of the scorched ocean – your; half is mine.
And when on a supernova the eyes did shine,
Then stand apart – fall back in a line.
The mailbox has been emptied.
As empty as my bottle of wine.
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