We were born on the downside of everything
Opened our bright eyes to ruin and rot
Fresh coal to stoke the coming hellfire
they kill 1200 in rage
you kill 200.000 for what
to show you are just
Jesus stands before me
with two broken arms
He proclaims, "you are not forgivable"
and tears ran down his face
But I'm an innocent man I professed
I have bee misjudged
Bones protruding and nails from his wrists
he walks towards me and gives me a hug
I am quivering as his warm blood stains my clothes
I look him into his eyes and ask 'why?'
"Man holds onto the darkest evils" he says
His crown of thorns pinches my forehead
Am I doomed to Hell, will I burn forever?
Can you stop the forces that are in place?
The leaves begin to spin up and around us
The clouds break and the sunshine warms through the open air
"You will perish for the sins of others, I cannot protect you"
"The Kingdom of Heaven is not in your path. You will indeed burn"
My tears turn to salt. He releases me.
I begin my descent.
My passion is the X-Men: Hellfire Gala, The Red Carpet Collection.
This is a collection of cross-over comics celebrating the Hellfire Gala.
The Hellfire Gala is a yearly party where mutants and humans gather in celebration.
There are fourteen stories collected each relative to the Gala.
There's settling of Mars, Fireworks, a murder mystery (Scarlet Witch) and even party crashing (Deadpool).
Captain America even has a chat with Doctor Doom!
Namor tried to be influenced to join the Quiet Council and many other exciting dialogs occurred.
What a great book to own and cherish with so much excitement!
Monday, May 23, 2022
Your Passion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
It's a place where love is abound
and mutant cuddling can be found
Oversized flowers function as pods
to 'make more mutants' is given the nod
Nightcrawler took offense more than maybe
even as he was shown a stock full of babies
Oh the pairings flowed like a shower
at this sweet place known as the Bower
There's a lighthouse on Braddock Isle
I wish I could visit it once and a while
It borders the Celtic Sea and Atlantic Ocean
It must look so nice with the waves in motion
Beautiful Krakoan flowers thrive to the land
They must be beautiful to view again and again
At low tide the lighthouse is reachable by foot
If I had my camera I'd give it a permanent look
After the fireworks,
Doctor Doom and Captain America had a little chat.
It was at a desolate place,
And they chatted here and there for this and that.
Doom noted that they are both the faces
of their respective nations.
While cap reminisced
about his long icy vacation.
Then there was talk about the Moon landing
and the significance of Mars
But more so about a better tomorrow
as they gazed upon the stars
hellfire burst forth tonight
glowing ashes released their light
my Lord and Savior smiled as I
accepted that which others deny
there is this day little to say
as I confess profess and display
in terms word He has not blurred
epiphany tonight occurred
everyone selects their choice
in the manner of their rejoice
reject mistake and forsake
fallacy as their keepsake
from darkest night emerges light
without excuse the slightest fright
shall not dissuade or taint
one's commitment without restraint
Evil deeds now seen,
cast deep underground.
Anguishing screams,
now heard all around.
Lament doth bring,
more shame to behold.
Thou shalt not kill,
beware of what's been told.
Many will judge,
and make lite of their sin.
But God knows all,
he can see where you've been.
You cannot hide,
nor can you deceive.
It will make no difference,
in what you believe.
Love thy children,
sin against them do not.
For if you do,
you've already been caught.
There's one special place,
set aside for evil's desire.
Eternal damnation,
the endless hellfire.
Thoughts of taking an eye for an eye saturate my being.
The black invades my very heart because of what I'm seeing.
Cruelty to the helpless beings brings out the rage in me.
Some day I might just cross that line when I can't let it be.
So many times I think that Old West justice should prevail.
These ugly less than humans should be run out on a rail.
Let them feel the pain and misery they richly deserve.
If I can be the one to give it I won't flinch a nerve.
Innocent animals and wee ones have such love to give.
The evil ones causing them pain just don't deserve to live.
written 5/18/2015
the sweetest voice, i never knew,
the innocent are gone, damn you,
for murder of the blest....
hell fire is your due,
till hell freezes over best!
this curse walks in your shoes...
thanks Russell 'A Lonely Path'
Don Johnson
Very sad business murder of the Innocents
...i think we come again to suffer in this world....
nothing gets better life has been hard all my life ...
people may be handicapped for a reason , to suffer for previous crimes ..
"vengeance is mine" saith the Lord...does he organize
how you get your discipline, your turn in the barrell...
or is there no sense in the suffering???
Man uses logic , God uses logic...methinks...xoxox Don
(love conquers all!)
I can feel it,
you touching me
the way you:
held me
kissed me
caressed me
hugged me
tickled me.
The way you killed me
must make the go away
rid myself
of this poison
you left
to course through my veins
pulsating
with a heartbeat.
A heartbeat lost in itself
to a broken rhythm
as broken records keep repeating
things we no longer want to hear
because,
we hear them
again and again.
Must make it go away,
burn the touch of,
burn yes burn
go away.
Take matches to this skin
and burn away the horrid flesh
your touch
left behind
burning away
this insanity.
Deep down
Into the further pits of fire
She awaits
Fire
Flame
Desecration of skin
Deformed and rotted
Burn
Ignite
The world will be set ablaze
Hellfire Goddess Siunu
Shall see to it that all life dies
Withers away in the flame
As she spreads across the world
Flesh adorned with blood
Symbols of death
Icons of pain
She hungers for savagery
and acts of butchery
In love with her
till your very death
Her vicious beauty
Left you without breath
Infernal demoness of the undying flame
Forever she will burn in this world
Brilliant at a distance
She will get you in a trance
Up close
You have little chance of survival
She is the inferno
The storm of Hellfire itself
Rage driven
She will continue on killing
You'll never extinguish her flame
To this world
She has laid her claim
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