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by fred Nov 30, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
His Infernal Majesty Evil spawned from within, Hatred grown from a seed. Cursed by a sin, Eaten from my greed. His infernal majesty, Offered me a deal. Looking inside of me, My soul he would seal. Was I truly blessed, When I turned him away. My sins I confessed, As god would say. But what I had done, From all the frustration. No longer could I run, It was eternal damnation. It had grown inside, I could take no more. My last choice was suicide, As I fell through the floor. I just couldnt live, I went too far. He would never forgive, For it had left inside a scar. By Fred Smith
by CHOKE
Totally awesome job on this poem! -elizabeth-