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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just another dark poem.

Submitted: August 06, 2014

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Submitted: August 06, 2014



When the sky is blue, and not dark red

I know, I'm dead doomed

this world will be crushed, then burn

and the devil laughter

inside all humans ears, we'll be prayin'

beggin' for the good Lord

to be on our side, to save us, mercy on us all

and the sky, in multicolors rays of death

flaming chambers

burning everything that we are, like the chameleon

we'll change, from taste to waste

if not us,

who the hell, melting, smelling smoked,

roasting and so fresh, human flesh

so the devil itself

will pick its numbers, thy good Lord

won't be one of , 13 members

He, chose Himself to be, He.

By: Juli Monat

Copyright (c) 2014

© Copyright 2019 Juli Monat. All rights reserved.

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