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Sinister Penn Poem
I am a demon born from things you can not see
I am the devil look deep inside of me
this smile was born from torture and amphetamines
when I was 13 are lab exploded
gassing the house with a toxic odor
I woke up crazed and confused
thinking to myself I burned the house down
but I don't remember how or when
I panicked I ran from home, dripping sweat in my underwear
I remember someone yelling at me hey kid you ok
I ran from him too scared insane the meth in my child's brain
I went home and tapped on my sisters window she awoke
jhin what are you doing are you crazy
omg she smells it to runs out and hugs me its gonna be ok she says
I'm trembling violently sweating profusely I hear my sister screaming
my mother threating punishment if she told anyone about me,
my step dad growling
they come and get me, and whisper in the corner what should we do with him he's gonna die if we dont help him, lets called the hospitable and ask the nurses they did, I could hear them talking with my mother next to me, lady are u insane your child is dying bring him in immediately phone hangs up cold rags hit my head for hours I hallucinate horrific nothings
I watched the clock spin around for hours seeing creatures break the liquid hell walls of my home. when i was 16 I was accepted into college I did one year before the demons came crawling in infecting my mind screaming at me controlling me they said I was skitzo-affective with severe PTSD ,I dropped out of school thinking I was broken not worthy and started to use and abuse .I often think how much more intelligent I could be if that incident didn't happen who i would be without my parents, a different time with a different family, now I often act dumb so I can get along with other humans, if I act myself and say what I really think people don't relate to me, im nothing so i pretend to me stupid so i can have friends that think they get me , im all alone with myself in my self always
Written by sinisterpenz (sinisterpenns)
Copyright © Sinister Penn | Year Posted 2016
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In a dark part of hell the tormentor lives
exploiting all of your deep darkest sins
then making you forgive
punished you beg
tormentor you scream as he peels back your skin
opening your rib cage to see within
in order one by one
he tortures and punishes the wicked
turning them to slaves
or demons to reign in darkness
heather he calls with a booming echo of thunder
dragging her by the hair into hell's darkness
a thousand years of brutal punishment
and forced sodomy
whippings and lashing
and reliving previous monstrosity's
where step daddies entered so deep
making you bleed and scream
silenced your hopes and dreams
beg the tormentor to stop and you'll bleed
shut mouth you slave your nothing to me
tied and chain whipping for hours
the tormentor enter's inside you
violating you for hours
bending your mind making you feel and see horrific things
while he violates molest's you with his deepest hellish fantasies
blood drips from your ass cheeks
from the ancient scripture carved into your back
bone is shown
weeping and moans
you orgasmed 5 times during the torture
you an un -breakable now this is known
rank you will be given in the darkest parts of hell
the tormentor sits and smiles
another broken creature to satisfy his desires
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Sinister Penn Poem
grey witches using magical powers for good or evil
does it matter , should it matter,
do I care? not really
whats in it for me
what do we gain each time we commit witchery
I'm a wizard chemist, i can create anything with your magic earth bearing ingredients , lets create dark synthesis
sinister ingredients with sinister consequences
red and blue whirl pools in pyrex tubes creating a deadly brew
add a 2 to the LI making the molecule grow in size
red smoke wisping from are deadly cauldron
one last thing is needed for this deadly brew
an act of passion to complete the potion
your soft cold lips kiss me
poisoning me
I love the cyanide kisses you give to me
with knowledge and powerful emotion
we created perfect chemistry,
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famine my brother war and pestilence
come with me
we ride thru crimson skies tonight
angels demons humans will cry tonight
don't stop the onslaught together we ride
the hell has broken thru this night
people have sinned
the pedophiles the rapists
we must kill all
all the scum
tonight we wipe there blood from are swords
ride now collect my skulls !
I will be there when each one falls
I am the horsemen you see in the shadows
I linger above you when your in the gallows
I am death the pale rider
I am one of 3 brothers foul
we disassemble you, poison starve and wage war on you
there is nothing you can do you are a weak fool
bow to the horsemen we ride just for you
the hell do you feel it its seeping thru,
i am the pale rider there is no equal
even tho black horse doesn't think so
the red horse and i ,we kill in time
were getting ready now
to take your lives
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