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"Calling The Demon's"

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"Calling The Demon's"

I know you hear them, calling loud, from the skies of hope they drive the wind,
manipulated like a puppet, the day has come, it has started now, right here we open our
eyes to the truth, mistaken one more time and dozens to come, how many days do you take to
realize you have come to the end of the road, they are coming fast, falling like rockets
and others are descending like leaders, the grounds are opening wide, lines with bursted
flames sparkling out the ground, I know you hear my voice now, I mourn the end to start
today, this demons are free, so many coming in seconds, thousands spread in just an hour,
jumping to millions, you kill one and six kills you, some kill with pleasures, others kill
with respect, blood and blood, splashing the walls, haunting the streets, they have
swords, axes, guns, bows, with anything they kill, they satisfied their million years
imprisoned in just 7 days, so much screaming, so many dead, body’s now make a sea on the
city, lights are reddish, some touches the living and make it rot in seconds, the day no
longer shines hateful flames, only red poisoned fog, killing anyone who breaths it,
calling the skies, executing little children’s, playing with them like prototyped dogs, we
deserve this, we won this hell, our life makes a straight line across the sea, no one to
hold, no one to call, the last thing you said to them is the last and that’s it, no more
chance to fix your sins, today you die, now that big mourn up in the skies, rising from
the long deep water dragons with bursting flame spiting out their mouth, no one to save
only yourself this time, I can hear you cry, my god what I’ve done, my friends, family,
they die, I can hear them scream, with names, lots of pain and blood coming out of the
skies, I cant believe the god we killed would make this nightmare upon us...

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  1. Date: 6/26/2010 10:52:00 AM
    This was a very intriguing write! WOnderful imagery!~Tirzah~

  1. Date: 6/26/2010 10:34:00 AM
    wow ! your demons are deep and cry for your pain... this was a very touching and moving poem,,Strong poem, enjpyed,..p..d