Satan Poems
Ready To Strike...
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Hello there, young lady...
I’m the voice of reason...
Now listen to me closely...
You’re entering an exciting new season...
What your fickle parents taught you...
Wasn’t all together real...
So I’m going to tell you something...
That will change the way you feel...
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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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A Girl Who Stood for Sabbath
by Carl Rex
I know a girl, oh she is so sweet
But more than that there's no deceit
She tries to keep God's Holy day
And please Him daily in every way.
But then one day, the devil took note
And in his aweful book, he wrote
Taking an oath to make her fail
And with his evil forces prevail.
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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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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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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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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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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...
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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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