Lucious Darknile

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This piece is about anger and pain

Submitted: October 26, 2011

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Submitted: October 26, 2011



The roll of hell is well under below six feet deep

Through the rage of hatred fills my veins

Consequences never comes to mind

Especially if I feel the intend to destroy


The role of hell is well under below six feet deep

Anger black blood runs through my veins

Eyes get black as the night

I'm a walking fireball with the intend to destroy human-being

Whether it's stabbing viciously or choking the life out of the boday and watching it drop


Sometimes the rage of hell makes me bil over 100 degrees

Blood I drink from the darknile

Makes me not think but react with no intentions of being remorse

Through the cause of consequences


Hell is through someone like who is vengeful  narrastic lunatic

Through the walk of others of a walking time bomb

The hopeless firestarter of the darknile is the ghoules of graves


Running through the deep boulders waiting for the death to come up on my door step

Saying come get me I don't care


The roll of hell is well under six feet deep below

People I detest are like a terminal cancer or a flesh eating virus

The fighter in me comes abruptly through the dark pit hounds

Smith and Wesson is always up for grabs


Restin lucious is what needs to be done

Cease and desiss her is to lay the rest of my twin darkchild


The roll fo hell is well under six feet under

Let lucious sleep and rest in the darknile of death

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