Hatred

by John Bowlby   Nov 2, 2005


So hot that blood boils,
Thick trails run like rivers,
Oozing, seeping, flowing,
Covering everything in its path.

It's the end of happiness,
The end of hope,
The end of prayer and salvation,
The end of forgiveness.

Suffering is seen all around,
Demons run rampant,
Angels flee in terror,
The day has come.

The true day of infamy,
Black skies all around,
All that is heard are screams,
And the smell of rotting flesh.

Evil red eyes glare,
Horns glisten,
It breathes hatred,
And it roars over the screams.

The lord of all,
Has now risen,
Bow down to him,
Or suffer like the rest.

The dawn of a new age,
An age of suffering,
An age of death,
A new beginning.

The underworld has risen,
Up through the ashes,
Up through the fire,
Up through the sins.

Burning flesh all around,
Melting to the ground like rubber,
A large river is formed,
Formed out of skin and bones.

Blood, skin, bones,
All flowing together,
The demons gather,
At pools to drink.

I stand there watching the horror,
A demon advances on me,
I try to run,
My legs are melted to the ground.

I look up to it calmly,
It stops in front of me,
"You want me, then take me", I say,
I stand there, slowly shrinking.

It lets out a piercing scream,
Then a loud grunt,
It raises its claw,
And slices my chest.

There is no blood,
It is boiling inside of me,
It flashes an evil smile,
I smile back.

I fall back slowly,
A smile on my face,
For I am happy,
To leave this awful place.

I fall into the river,
The river of hatred,
And I drift away,
My legacy forgotten.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Cuddles

    The word demented comes to mind, partly because that's what my friends call me. But leaving out the fact that this is creepy beyond measure, this is really good.

  • 19 years ago

    by Ameeee

    Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww that is creepy

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