Satan Poems
Armageddon
by Igor Vykhovanets
To have is never worth the fight —
Know stillness. That alone is light.
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Armageddon
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TNT Equivalent of a Poem
by Igor Vykhovanets
Mass-"Culture" Dumpster Fire
Christopher’s seen this dump firsthand —
Mass-“culture’s” toxic, rotten land.
Those “light-bringers”? Ha! They hide,
By day, by flame — nowhere to find.
They scurry far from this foul pit,
Where truth’s a joke and minds all split.
A global dump of dumb and waste,
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Not Every Soul Makes Into Heaven
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Save me from myself, dear God...
And from my wretched past...
I’ve paid the ultimate penance...
In this inferno of hell ever last...
I’ve learned the important lessons...
From all my evil ways...
Give my soul some peace, dear God...
In these long and final days...
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A Walk down the Tunnel
by Somali Mukherjee
“Darkness does embalm;
All things, getting calm,
Produce an eerie feeling;
Can it serve with a healing?”
“Aye, aye, sure, sure!
Such feelings do us lure,
To approach its end.”
“Can we reach, my friend?
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Drinking With Satan
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Passed out on the damp concrete stairs...
Along Lake Pontchartrain...
Surrounded by empty gin bottles...
Remembering nothing but my first name...
As I rubbed my bloodshot eyes...
Seeing nothing at all but red...
As Satan’s wicked minstrels play loudly...
Drums pounding in my throbbing head...
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TNT Equivalent of a Poem
by Igor Vykhovanets
Mass-"Culture" Dumpster Fire
Christopher’s seen this dump firsthand —
Mass-“culture’s” toxic, rotten land.
Those “light-bringers”? Ha! They hide,
By day, by flame — nowhere to find.
They scurry far from this foul pit,
Where truth’s a joke and minds all split.
A global dump of dumb and waste,
......
Armageddon
by Igor Vykhovanets
To have is never worth the fight —
Know stillness. That alone is light.
-------------------------
Armageddon
......
A Walk down the Tunnel
by Somali Mukherjee
“Darkness does embalm;
All things, getting calm,
Produce an eerie feeling;
Can it serve with a healing?”
“Aye, aye, sure, sure!
Such feelings do us lure,
To approach its end.”
“Can we reach, my friend?
......
Drinking With Satan
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Passed out on the damp concrete stairs...
Along Lake Pontchartrain...
Surrounded by empty gin bottles...
Remembering nothing but my first name...
As I rubbed my bloodshot eyes...
Seeing nothing at all but red...
As Satan’s wicked minstrels play loudly...
Drums pounding in my throbbing head...
......
Shards of Satan
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Piercing my soul...
Blinding my eyes...
Shredding my very existence...
Slicing my wrists...
Ripping my heart...
Shredding my very existence...
Mulching my memories...
Eviscerating my imagination...
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