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Details | Pantoum |

Into a Haunted Forest

I walked into the haunted forest at night I desire to be alone, to feel the full effect I don’t know many who would do as I did Many are fearful of what lies deep within I desire to be alone, to feel the full effect It’s quite the journey going at it alone Many are fearful of what lies deep within The forest comes alive with all its forces It’s quite the journey going at it alone The land sleeps until it’s quite disturbed The forest comes alive with all its forces And I secure myself, get ready for the darkness The land sleeps until it’s quite disturbed I walk deep within the depths of its core And I secure myself, get ready for the darkness What comes out from this darkness disturbs I walk deep within the depths of its core Holding my breath knowing something’s coming What comes out from this darkness disturbs For ghosts follow and werewolves howl Holding my breath knowing something’s coming The inside of the forest comes forward to meet For the ghosts follow and werewolves howl They pounce upon me and I feel their presence The inside of the forest comes forward to meet An evil collection of creatures dire and unholy They pounce upon me and I feel their presence Now I run from the forest, fearful with fright An evil collection of creatures dire and unholy I don’t know many who would do as I did Now I run from the forest, fearful with fright I walked into the haunted forest at night
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |

La Calavera Catrina

The fire burns deep within my heart
As ice forms on arms and limbs
The evil one approaches
With a smile and a knife
To be twisted in my stomach

The witch of Acambaro looks like an angel
But her dagger can pierce both heart and soul
She is the five Pillars
Pilar Lopez Diablo

Raised by nuns, her values none
She spreads hers smile
For a few pesos
False hopes and empty dreams
She surely shall make you scream

Bury me naked, if you must
Wear a black veil, you stole my trust
Draw blood and make me swim in my own juices
I shall float in my bloody pain

On the  Día de Muertos
I shall sing back to you
Oh Catrina, lady of the dead
You lie tormented
For you have all of me in blood
Except my heart


La Calavera Catrina ('Dapper Skeleton', 'Elegant Skull'
The “Day of the dead” can be traced back to the Aztec festival dedicated to the goddess Mictecacihuatl. Catrina would be the modern name of this God.

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013

Details | Double Dactyl |

Goethe's Emissary

Goethe’s Emissary
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Faust on the Brocken summit
Go our own sweet way for show.

Walpurgis Nacht’s spirit of perversity 
Time now for your eternal soul
The Evil One’s sitting in a fiery glow.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
May 19, 2015 (Double Dactyl)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |

The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!

Copyright © Ajalon Michael Zarate | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |


Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.

Copyright © Miche Ulman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Demons and Devils and Angels and Gods

There is somewhere out there in ethereal space
not of this Earth or any known place.
I fear that humanity won’t understand,
we are not on our own in a singular land.

Galaxies and planets are things of the mind,
we set the boundaries made for mankind.
There are more kinds of beings than ever we see
and they are all living for eternity.

Beyond all the barriers of our physical lobbies
some creatures ‘may not’ incarnate into bodies.
I’ve travelled with them both in goodwill and fear,
have not any doubt they are really quite near.

But where is this ‘near’, it exists in ‘our’ space,
you’ll travel by spirit to enter this place.
It will not be found by using six senses
but flying away from our world’s pretences.

Demons and Devils and Angels and Gods
all reside in this place where you’ve never trod.
I know for I’ve been there, I’ve walked on this track,
go look, but make certain you mark the way back.

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

Details | Terza Rima |

Journey Into Tomorrow's Dreams

Every stride I made yesterday gave its ripe fruit,
I vowed to do better and I still thrive;
whoever seeks glory must have a true pursuit!

No milestones can be snatched by time that never returns,
too much faith and effort I put into them;
let none flow in the wildest river that overflows and erodes!

When your search ends, your eagerness for more dies,
let hunger be that force greater than yourself;
life doesn't confine you to any boundary, climb walls!

The weaker ones give up too soon, the stronger always prevail;
their mark of excellence stands like a fortress
never conquered, but some like to burn it with the fire of Hell.

I am the victorious heart which thwarted possible defeats,
invigorated by courage and desire to win;
I intend to continue this journey into tomorrow's dreams!

Written on 1/ 8/ 2016 

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Philosophy on Life, Evil and the World

Philosophy on Life, Evil and the World

The Masters, serve their greed
take from those in great need
Such is evil's darkest cloaks
swallows that so often chokes

The Blinded, serve very well
masters in the pit of Hell
Each has a false laid pride
darkness is where they hide

The Slaves, eat deep regret
of life they'll never get
Each accepts a darkened yoke
defiance rarely ever spoke

The Brave, sail with heart
paying from the very start
Sacrifice to save our Souls
Deep river, so many shoals

The Warriors, cut ever deep
die as family sets to weep
Freedom's mantle they serve
with epic hearts, iron nerves

The Innocent, stand so bare
suffer greatly, so few care
Yet they are the true treasure
their test is the real measure!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-05-2014

note: Impossible to include ever 
group so this poet came up with 
these six to write about...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Tenebrosi Diabolus , Funesta Pugna

Tenebrosi Diabolus , Funesta Pugna

The snake that slithered in lay quite still
as if testing my shaky resolve, my weak will
I saw its blackness and that shining skin
mesmerized , my body was so quickly drawn in 

So fast did it flicker its forked tongue
warning bells hell, none were ever rung
This great danger set upon me a great thrill
that this opponent could very easily kill

Inside my guts turned to quivering jelly
sickness rushed up deep into my belly
A wave of nausea wrapped my daring heart
why, why had I chosen this battle to start

My brain screamed to run, run quickly away
damn, this is no damn time to stupidly play
Closer I stepped to deliver a swift hit
it coiled up, this demon from the dark pit

I heard the hiss as it struck out at me
on these lightning feet my body did flee
I looked to see my opponent ready for more
then I saw that baseball bat beside the door

One quick step and that weapon was mine
now we could do battle , I felt right fine 
That sinister gleam from the demon's eyes
told me it was ready, ready for all my tries

My resolve was, end this combat early tonight
no more nightly repeats of this epic fight
With courage I moved in to deal that final blow
gain victory that would ease my troubled soul

A flash and a strike but the snake had missed
such relief, then anger, man was I pissed
I felt the smash as the bat struck that head
no more fighting this night, the demon was dead

I saw this dark limp body just vanish away
never to return again as I knelt down to pray

Robert J. Lindley, O2-11-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Evil Speaks In Dark Voices To Gift Fear

Evil Speaks In Dark Voices To Gift Fear

I heard a cry that bellowed, run away
"For here your life will be badly broken".
Longing for greater adventure that day
I thought an unknown road best be taken.

Yet once there that voice cried loud out again.
" You must not tarry, this land is cursed".
Thinking the worst if I dare to remain,
I raced back into that hell in reverse!

Yet again, that same loud darker voice cried, 
" Leave now or else here you will surely die".
I realized now that voice always lied,
returned I home, to yet again retry.

Evil speaks in dark voices to gift fear.
Always best to question such and steer clear.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-15-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Road Trip

So if I recall I was on the backhaul
early 2003 sometime 'round late February
usual cold n' bleak Jersey winter 
still snow n'ice enticed roads n' bare trees
reached up all dark n' fingery
I'd made it from 527A in Englishtown
to the 33 to Bordentown to the 130 to the 1
then up the 278 Expressway to the 78
I was runnin' a long hooded big black Classic
with a Cummins 500hp red top n' was gettin'
tired so pulled into a town just off the Interstate
After restin' 'til late mornin' I decided to grab
a bite before headin' west n' didn't see much
open besides a lil'ol'world style bar n' grill place
Though for years hadn't been a drinker n' most
times just in aftermath a thinker figured I'd get
soup n' sandwich deal but got an uncannily
uneasy feeling from the few seated in bar
though barely even turned a face
Even barkeep gave me double takes while on
the food i wait n' i picked up a Reading PA ol'
style newspaper n' front cover I was shocked
to see 100 killed n' 187 injured in
West Warwick RI nightclub fire
I stood in the corner taking it all in I looked
up on the wall n' saw posters describing witch's
feet n' their symbols of a coven n' if I said I didn't
wanna get outa there quick I'd be a liar
As I rolled to get back to the freeway through the
center of town I saw a church not usual to be found
were no crosses it was plain except for above
the front door the exact same symbol saw on poster
back at the bar
I wanted to put as many miles as I could between
me n' that evil place but I'd taken a copy of the
newspaper n' kept glancing down at the picture
though further 'long seemed I hadn't got that far
In the photo taken just minutes before the fire
had broken out I could see dark pointed caped
figures in the audience millin'about n' not really
passing judgement on the singer well least not 
condemning it still looked like his eyes were dead
dark holes
When I looked later at some other photos it showed
fire trucks n' emergency crew n' people wanderin'
'round in the smoke n' confusion n' only thing 
missing was those 100 poor lost souls
Seeing the remaining black charred embers kinda
took me back to that evil little town 'long with the
eerie feeling those at the bar were witch affiliated
n' most likely members still
So if you're ever taking that road trip back east
to see The Big Apple or Hamptons or Connecticut
n' unless you got a hankering for things related to
the beast-i'd say none the least you might wanna 
bypass Shartlesville.
10-31-2016 Duncan R.M.Ferguson

Copyright © Duncan R. M. Ferguson | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |


Look around you
See the faces surrounding you
All with different uses and tasks to do
What if it’ll be your last view?
A bitter truth no one reviews
No matter how long we stay, the end will definitely come knocking
A time to really have all the rest you’ll ever need
Being alone with your deeds and virtue
Whether the good or evil
Alone and awaiting judgement
People singing melodious songs
They tell you what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
Blatant lie, cause what doesn't kill you wasn't meant to kill you.
We wonder and ponder
But at the end, all they do is lauder.
Not knowing death is like thunder
Striking and leaving a donga
Leaving us in confusion
Live life as a traveller, but take only what you’ll need along the way.
Funny how when you die they start listening
A journey worth taking for those who know.
Tell me, are you not willing to go?
For more?
For all the bounties and all the grace
All the sights, smells and the tastes
Will be forgotten without a trace
As if frozen in time and space
When you see his face.
You asked for mercy, that he gave.
Death, the undisputed slave.
We come making everyone happy, then leave making them sad.
Why are we here in the first place, if this is how we gotta go?

Copyright © Mubarak Adeola | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

Good or Evil

Blessings come in abundance 
Punishments travel by the hand full
Acting out will bring you damnation
Continuing to be hard headed, stubborn as a bull

Searching for right in the mist of doing wrong 
Lost steps in the dark
Pleading for some guidance 
In a desolate world that has a vicious bite and undeniable bark

Praying for blessings
Trying to swerve the potholes of punishment
Drowning in anguish while attempting to smile
Forever trapped in this corrupt world, ruled by government

Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |



Our souls dampen
with torture
And hopes dash in a
Like northern
Crushed by a hundred
thousand cattle.
Our hearts beat in
fear louder than a
Louder than the
fierce noise of an
enraged mob -
Our flower has been
plucked before
With our
maiden-blood running
Streaming deep into
the merciless earth
Our paths are
slippery with the
oil of confusion
The heart of our
mothers are sore
Like backs of the
herds man's flock
Beaten severally by
the narcissistic rod
We, who have been
cuddled in the cold
Now face the fierce
wrath of these
We who still suckle
on our mothers'
Have been
sequester'd and
flung far in the
The echo has
subsided far beyond
the continents
The revolt has
mingled with the
wind and vanished
The unfought battle
has been won, none
We have been
abandoned to our
The tabloids have
forsaken our plea
The maddened
competition stole
the day
With men all over
glued to the noisy
And children
"hooraying" away
But our mothers
truly can never
forget us
The breast we have
suckled cry for our
We bleed, we cry, we
mourn, we appeal,
Please, please,
Bring Back Our

E. R. Chesterfield

Copyright © Efe Chesterfield | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

Deeds Outlive

One good turn deserves another.
The good you do shall live forever. 
No matter how small it will appear.
For those in need it’s always dear.
Their need is what compels a deed.
The deed you do will fill your need.
It’s like you save for a rainy day.
Sowers reap, so wise men say.
The good we sow will multiply.
It will go on after we die.


Copyright © OMAR JABAK | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

The Journey Home

Everything around me just doesn’t feel real
Nobody can understand how I really feel
There’s gotta be more to life than this
Everything is leaving me in such a bliss

It feels like everyone is tearing me so far down
Even if I scream it seems like no one hears a sound
This all feels like a world of nothing
Falling so fast not being able to hold on to something

Listening to every single word that people say
Only is taking me to my own dismay
Trying to get out of this mess
Maybe this is only a test

Hoping to find something meaningful in this world of hurt
Not matter what I do I need to stay alert
Out in this lonely dark place
Hoping to find at least one decent face

Time is running so thin 
Now I’m getting worried from within
This evil creature is staring into my eyes
Implanting such terrorizing lies

No matter how much I scream
I can’t escape this evil dream
Living in this cold and lonely place
Terrors I must always face

The only thing that gets me through
Is knowing one day I’ll be saved and be with you
Now I’ll just sit here and pray
Praying with me you’ll always stay

Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Born to Burn

Fire Sign, Fire Sign my inferno held inside Everything burns to ashes it's time to run and hide I don't like the disaster me or his own deep dark side I follow it oh it's mastered me, how hard I have tried The Prodigal Son of Anarchy planting fires here and there Some people like to ask me how is it that I don't care I had a choice to make once instead of truth I chose dare I know you think I'm the Evil One but Evil is everywhere So listen close to the whispering so you will not be caught Decipher the truth by processing the lies you've already bought No you can't come with me where I go it gets way too hot Turning left at the fire sign born to burn die to rot

Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

A human of none humankind

Fear makes a mockery out of us!

Fear challenges what's right and what's good!

Fear diverts minds from their paths!

Fear of yourself or of life?

Fear for yourself or your life?

Fear when you wake, when you sleep?

Fear as you starve or as you eat?

Fear feeds itself

Fear cheats itself

Beat fear? No fear!

Beat life? Dead life!

Blank stare? Cold eyes!

Dead heart? Ice mind!

A human of none humankind!

Copyright © T.I.R.O. JY | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Good and Evil

There is good and there is evil
No doubt you’ve seen them in your head
Good speaks softly, leads with love
Evil pushes and insists life needs a shove
In your mind they share the table
And in life’s good works but one is able
Never side with evil’s score
The good is better, always more
Take the hand of good and fly
Soon you’ll meet Him in the sky

Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


Author Dana Redricks
April 22, 2016

Real friends are hard to find
People say they are your friends
But who can ever tell
In your face, they are one way
Behind your back they have 
Something different to say
There’s a word for such a person
Like this and that is a friend-enemy
In my face pretending, you’re a friend 
To me behind my back, you’re just my enemy
They say you can tell a person by their deeds
But not these days they pretend to be flower
But in reality, they are camouflage weeds
But some day we will know them by their seeds
As their fruits begin to grow, and their actual faces 
will start to show.

Copyright © Dana Redricks | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

A man I call ''HUSBAND''

a man 
a lost soul 
deep within, beyond the flesh 
demons casting wicked army's of thoughts 
voices crowding corners of your mind 
a soul in war, evil over powering what once was pure at birth 

you abduct the innocence from the kindness of others, without an ounce of guilt 
you give with the anticipation of want 

you look upon other in poverty as a bur don to life 
you hold your blood driven riches as a symbol of victory 

i turn to you, flesh to flesh and say.... 
with all your riches, you sweet words of a predator in hunger 

I dint hold my self above you nor do I cast myself to your feet 

I am one of poverty in flesh 
to gain riches in the path of you.... 
i say.... 
do not drop pebbles to path the way 

for i, am on a journey where even the pebbles are the purest of gold. 
i have a long journey ahead of me, 
bumping roads may stumble me along the way.... 
but the outcome will be glorified 

I hold no animosity for all evil ways 
even poison-est snakes shed many layers of there skins 

Copyright © phyllis matusek | Year Posted 2006

Details | Dramatic Verse |

This road

This road looks pretty plain under the night lights
This road has paths both sides, raised kerbs and level flight

Watching the cars go by, both sides see many many moving lights
But then there comes a time when the movement and all the sound disappear into the night

It's now when fear strikes
It's now when evil rides

The wall used to hold a gate, but now the hole will suffice
That's where they all would go and that's where the world lost sight

The path down into the wood
They walked under shackled torchlight

The wood down by the stream
Led to an old mine cave site

That's where we found their bodies, that's where they had their last night

For years he played this game, for years evil knew this road was where he'd find his delight!

This road looks pretty plain under the night lights.

Copyright © T.I.R.O. JY | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Lucifer's Fall Fall From Grace

You come here and you hold the bottomless pit;
You've come to grips your life worthless;
Whom am I to say;
God doesn't force it on us, it's you  this way;
You've chosen to fall away;
You've pick the ransom, but to your dismay;
You didn't always, think this way;
Should have prayed, should have stayed;
Now in your imagination;
You come across this perfect nation;
Filled with love, joy, peace and harmony;
Streets made of gold, God is the light;
No more night, no need for the moon or the sun;
Whom am I to say;
God inter-workings are not ours to play;
You didn't always, think this way;
Should have prayed, should have stayed;
and the beauty of it all as I survey;
This place where I'm wanting to go one day;
Such a haven;
This place must be heaven;
And you whom once have such a perfect, and beautiful face;
Fallen, fallen, fell Fall Lucifer you whom have fallen from grace;

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |


I can hear the blast before I feel it.
The only thing I feel is a wave of heat so intense,
It vaporizes my tears on the spot.
Home is not a word anymore, but a feeling.
While our land may be torn, we still stand together,
Hands, arms, hearts linked in solidarity.

Copyright © s. grace | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Satanic Journey

“Satanic Journey”
Born cursed into a dark world
Labeled a demon in the netherworld 
Forever in darkness, never seeing the light
I’m a fucking vampire, I live for the night
Since 8 years old, you have seduced me
Never, have I ever been free
You and the almighty battle for my soul 
I’m being dragged to Sheol 
My soul is being ripped apart
Demons are working to destroy my heart
You do what you can to hang on to me
Please let me go, please let me be free
I have given my whole life to you
I am tired, I am through 
Let me go, Angel of Light
Let me be me and return to the night
Don’t take me from the love of my life
I have plans to be his wife
However, if you don’t let me go
My life is over, this much I know
My soul is black as night
Ever since you took me on that first flight
I have given you all of me
Let me go, Satan, Let me be free
I have worshipped you and performed black arts
You have had the whole...you’ve had the parts
It is now time for you to release me
Come on baby, I need to be free
I need to be with my man in the afterlife 
I have every intention of dying as his wife
He will take me from you and back to the stars
I don’t care that he is behind bars
He is my everything, my one and only 
The love of my life, I am so lonely 
I need him in my life and for him to save me
He came to me from a world no one can see 
He is my “Dark Angel,” and he’s more powerful than you
Your a fake, his love is true
He always has my best interest at heart 
I swear to you we will never part 
There’s nothing more you can do
Satan, let me go, my whole life I have been true to you
I am gone, Angel of Light
With my man, we walk off into the night

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