Hell and the Devil
Elizabeth Agiantritis
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Copyright 2009 Elizabeth Agiantritis
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He
He who can place a smile on your lips,
He who can dry your tears,
He who can take away your sorrow,
He who can give you the world,
He who is willing to offer you everything,
How ironic that he should be the same one
That is constantly covered in darkness
And would gladly rip out your heart and eat it.
Welcome to Hell
Where the Devil rules.
The Door to Hell
The door to Hell
Opened before my eyes.
Demons summoned me,
They begged me to come.
I stepped forward,
I heard tortured souls,
They begged me to leave,
I stepped backwards.
I heard a voice,
It was deep, scary, frightening,
It made me shake all over.
It was the Devil himself.
I turned, and ran
And ran and ran.
I suddenly fell
And found
Another door to Hell...
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Secrets of the morning
Creep up without warning.
That stain that did so look like mud
Turned out to be nothing other than blood.
That blue and peaceful sea
Turned red and angry.
That autumn wind that blew so gently
Turned out to possess rage aplenty.
And if blood, anger and rage
Do not convince you
Then the smile of the Devil that proceeds you
Can certainly twist your arm.
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When you bid someone good morning
Do you ever stop to think
Of the danger that lurks within?
When you meet someone new
Do you ever stop to think
Of the beast that hides behind an angel's mask?
And when someone bids you good morning
And when someone makes your acquaintance
Do they ever stop to think
Of that strange tint in your eyes
And that "devilish" smile
That belongs only to you?
The Sacrifice
They gather together,
Everywhere silence rules,
The followers are back for more.
The victim, a young man.
The ceremony begins,
The high priestess draws the first blood,
She uses a sharp knife to draw a bloody circle around the victim's face,
She gathers the blood among her fingers
And licks them with delight,
Secretly she wishes for more, but that can not be.
A voice from Hell cries out:
"Let my prophet take over!"
And so he does.
He lays the victim upon a metal be of nails,
He ties the victim down,
While the victim kicks, screams, cries and foams at the mouth.
The knife goes higher and higher
Until it finally reaches the air above the prophet
And then it drops with a mighty force.
The victim lets out his last scream,
The blood splatters everywhere, and on the prophet's hands,
He then licks them with enjoyment,
He carefully licks his every finger
So as not to lose the sweetness of the victim's blood.
Then he begins cutting the body into many pieces.
The heart is offered to the Devil,
Everything else is shared among the followers.
They fight among each other for the tasty meat.
The fighting becomes worse and worse,
They gouge each other's eyes out,
They pull each other's tongues out,
They scream and beat themselves upon the walls,
Until the meat and blood is all gone.
They leave while they are still sucking on bones.
Tomorrow, they will be back for more.
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I walk down a path with no light
All there is is darkness.
I see nothing,
I hear nothing,
I can speak nothing,
I smell nothing,
For God's sake I feel nothing!
If my skin were to be see-through
You would notice that in the place where my heart belongs
There is but emptiness.
You see I nave no heart
And that is why I wonder
How can I still be alive?
It must be that I am a living dead,
Or maybe a dead living,
Where is the difference?
Sometimes, as I walk down this dark path
I trip and fall,
And you know it is very easy
Because, you see, this dark path is all down hill.
I was once asked to choose a path to follow,
And I, like so many other fools, chose this dark path.
The others chose a different path,
A path with light,
Where they could see,
Where they could hear,
Where they could speak,
Where they could feel.
As they walked down this path
Their hearts beat,
For they have hearts.
And they never trip and fall
For their path is all up hill.
But they are still fools like me
Because this whole world is covered in darkness,
There is no light from the sun,
Just the shadow of light from a fast burning candle.
Both paths end at a door
That leads straight to Hell,
Where the pain of the flames burning you
Is almost as great
As the pain caused
From the teeth of he Devil
As he tears at your skin.
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Death is a gift from Heaven,
Heaven is a place unknown.
Hell is where they torture your soul,
And Hell is where you will go.