Best Damnation Poems
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 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
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
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
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
Early one morning
Was Valedictorian
Damnation and sin.
Jim Horn
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.
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!!
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!
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.
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
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?”
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...
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.
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