Best Damnation Poems


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Quiet is the night, laid blight amid this infernal necropolis
Loosely mantled soil, smother marrow of perished veneration
Yet windows still aflame, a dormant witness to troth thirst
Cold and stiff, until a shift, unearthed

A Hellish-Damnation

A Hellish Damn Nation


Come here my little one and may you never know the reaps of hell
Make not too many mistakes with sinful ways, for you can and will flourish well
Some people will rise like an obstinate tide and they could scream into a storm
Oh listen my child as you enter, for I want you to fight all the demons and swarm!
For when you are at your lowest peak, they can prey on your fear and lust for your hate
Do not wonder far for they’ll be waiting right there at the entrance of Hell’s bloody gate!
But listen child, don’t fall and be scared! It’s not as easy as being as good or bad
All the sins taken upon that many have seen, there is life out there that you’ve had
So let me tell you don’t pay any attention to some shadowy people that may be around
For in some cases they may be sinking much deeper into the mightiest underground
Where all those unlikely demons and souls will shriek and hide beneath the shadows below
For in damnation: all the useless vile people may be going to the Hell’s down in tow.

Written: 7/11/15
Theresa Marie W-C
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Damnation

Let me penetrate your abyss 
and storm your walls of dominion.

Let’s rage against the dying 
of the light bringer of night
and scream to creations seams as 
we articulate something 
if we articulate to no one. No one at all! 

I know the chaoses coming deluge
Entombed in an earth like a nightmare 
You were the only one I dare

I watch your eyes flare
Oh sweet chaos cover my ruined soul 
Ashes from infinities 
infernal fires, proclaim.

Entangle me in your tomorrows 
Torrant Love affairs
And divide your nations 
With my holy rod, I declare! 

A thought so wild and rare let me trace 
fire light in your face, reflected in the night.

Vast Valhalla a heaven on parade 
All at war with DUSK 
Coming of DAWNS charade

I feel it’s creeping darkness 
This deepest of the grave 
The loss of eternal Grace

Let me tighten your lace
Oh sweet chaos running in the chase

Drowned me in your eyes 
Oh storms so abyssal and rare

Let me penetrate your oblivion, finite 
Oh sweet damnation forever more I stare


Hexakosioihexakontahexaphobia

i insist on suffocating slowly 
still 
i refuse to die 
imposing my will to weakness 
avoiding applying the “why”

implications are closing in, opressive 
my mind is open, fluid 
suggestive 
interposing meaning and form with 
the spoken and written letter

the light source filtered through all this 
wreckage 
the squeaking moving in, opressive 
regressive, the way my vantage remains 
a disjointed unit-whole

you persist, and i suffocate quickly 
you ask so nicely for me to die 
deposing my God damned will to power 
why do i seem to avoid the “apply”?

THE SYMBOL ON MY HAND IS BURNING

into the flesh, and back out from inside 
illuminates Prison, a chasm, a prism 
dividing a spectrum of impossible light

we wholly refract the soma, the psyche 
The Panic transforms into beauty inane 
compulsion, obsession, redemption, addiction 
we know we’re alive 
we perpetuate pain

Damnation 2.

In every breathe i take,
In every gasp,
In every sigh,
In every giggle,
......there will always be a mention of you!

Damnation and Sin Horn Haiku

Damnation and Sin Horn Haiku

Early one morning
Was Valedictorian
Damnation and sin.

Jim Horn
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Damnation (3)

You are full of causes,

the pearl in your eyes,
the mischief on your lips,
the melody in your voice,

the fragrance on your hand,
the anklets upon your feet,
the shinning pathway in-between your breasts;

........all causes of my sleepless nights.

A Damnation

Here I behold my shadow, 
And it stares back at my horror
Giggling up at my very cold soul-
I seize fright, I take flight

There I peep through the mirror, 
And panic at the radial terror
The eyes, the wrinkles, the color-
Where is death; there should be no morrow!

Before me lies my photo,
once discarded afar from aversion
How did it return to my parlor?
Who pierced its eyes, X-ed the forehead?

Then I behold my Cadaver
In the red casket, sweat on its brow-
What crime soils my hands?
Is there no peace even in Death?

In disgust I turn away-to flee
But - the toll of bells - hollow knells-
Then from behind echoes a hoarse shriek

I recoil to behold that cold cadaver
Stagger from its doomed red casket
and with its mouldy hand, blackened by damnation,
Reach for my poor soul
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!
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Damnation

Do not look me in the eyes
and say goodbye.
i am not strong.
i have no hold over myself.

You are the lullaby i hear 
in the distant shores.
You are the tale that`s etched on my palm.
You are the pine in my eyes,
the lamp that`s lit for me.

Thus do not look me in the eyes
and say goodbye.
i am not strong.
I have no hold over myself.
I can not live without you!

Land of the Dead

Behold! A land writhing in cold 
prophecies untold, uttered by the foolish and the bold.

Where the darkest of clouds swirl and unfold
to reveal a land ripe with a decay uncontrolled.

Forevermore stained in the wet contorted hues of crimson red
where life continues, if not broken, as a soulless token
To this, what else can truly be said?
if not instead about that particular dread;

Behold! The wondering damned, to their graves by the nose were they led
Whose dark blood flows through the limbs of the living and the dead.
Wretched denizens of damnation, upon lands no mortal shall explore to dare.
Uttering their pathetic lamentation, a morbid unholy prayer.

Together in conjoined suffering of no delay, do they share
the putrescent smells rancid and fresh from decay, so taint the air,
a foul stench too much to bare.

Deeper betwixt that ethereal black mountain
of dark waters and darker fountain.
From this a city rises dark and abrupt
Seeking to consume and corrupt.

Upon the Deserts of Damnation

Behold! 
Where is it no mortal soul fathoms to dare?
The foretold detestable dunes of despair!
Whose sands of crystalline luminescence 
Drown and drain thy essence. 

Far within that redolent tomb 
Hidden deeper inside the heavens moon, 
Where the souls of the damned unwillingly swoon 
Slaves to the sin that fathered their doom. 

Where thou art subject to phantom pains 
Orchestrated by the Litch who reigns 
Without delay upon his frozen throne of ice 
Whose subjects lament in the decay  
of blood maggots and eerie lice.

The Eternal Fires of Damnation

The Eternal Fires of Damnation

Should you believe in heaven
Must you then believe in hell
For those who do not believe

The eternal fires of damnation

For all the innocents must believe
In what we the “churches” tell them
And to save their souls
From torture
And to save ourselves
We will grant their lives into the hereafter
And leave them to suffer
Alone on the Earth by themselves

For them the eternal fires of damnation 

For us the acquired gold and wealth of centuries
And we offer to none an apology
For our past of fanatical brutality
Our pious and obscured indoctrinations 
Of religious and twisted Christianity

Our celibacy of sex
A portrait of ages spent in the witch hunt
And the wages of their “unforgiven” sin
This punishment to which we attest
Rejected from the arms of Gods enduring and eternal love
Cast into the eternal fires of damnation

Into the living burning everlasting pits of brimstone hell

This our love we do confess
This our love and care for the work of God
And the saving of “our” souls
From “their” torture

Two thousand years of ritual
Two thousand years of Papal evil
Two thousand years of damnation's eternal fires 
All to answer the elite superiority of an inquisitions question

And every single name is engraved in blood
Every innocent hood winked by accusation
For these are our political reasons
The lies of power, control and wealth

To succour our own comfort
To dine and gorge without need
While the poor and the hungry
Have nothing but ignorance on which to feed

Two thousand years of the churches use and abuse
Of humanity

So join us now in the ever-loving arms
Repent with us now and return to the church
Absolve yourself of your “inherited” sin
Otherwise we shall condemn you

To the eternal fires of damnation

Repent confess and you will be forgiven
Kneel before this alter and ask “Us” not “God” to absolve you


“Tell me then Holy Mother Church; and I do not divide these words from those who follow
Allah. Tell me, tell the world, tell all humanity. When will you apologise and pay your
penance, when will you atone for the centuries of violence, blood and murder done in the
name of your religion?”

Destroy Your Soul, Kill An Enemy, I Congradulate You On Your Damnation!

Who's the one you hate, With all your heart
Want to see Him/Her Drop dead? Would you give your soul?
Anynight, 12:00 to 3:00 A.M., Consult your demons...
On paper w/ Red Sharpie draw a pentagon, leaev a smoke trail.

Want to kill an Enemy would you sell your soul?
Gather Negitive Energy, Gather the Forgotten Horrors
Simple direction, Just restate the resurection
Pray your hardest, mean it deeply and true...

"Oh Satan My Lord, Please destroy my soul....
Destroy any and any chance of light from my life!"
Repeat if nessasary... Pray your leigon hard and true....
Keep your head down, Ignore the crashing, Don't Look in the Mirror.

His Voice is strong, but don't be scared....
Don't look in the mirror, Disrespect isn't taken kindly..
Would you destroy your soul, TO Destroy an Enemy?
Say the name of the victim six times, after the "events" happen/

Remember, Respect, Dont look into the mirrors...
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Damnation(4)

This flame that`s lit
upon your face,

this passion that looks so dense
in your eyes,

these lips that have taught my heart to beat,
this edge of dreams that sit
upon your dimpled cheeks;

......i hope it`s not illusion.

Creation of Damnation

I have created life from death 

Proved I can cheat the reaper 

I have created the eternal man 

Brought him back from oblivion 

And still they call him a monster 



Let them mock me, I will not be stopped 

Let them try and storm this castle 

No one will control me, I am the Baron 

And they will bow down to my will 

I will rule with an army raised from the dead 



I gave him life, why does he defy me? 

He is my creation, his life is mine 

How dare he try to turn against my will 

How dare he try to be free 

He is mine, and he will always be mine 



We fought and he believes me to be dead 

I now lie here broken on the ice 

But no matter where he may hide 

I will hunt him down and destroy him 

The world has not seen the last of me, I will return

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