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Pure Evil
written by xxxxxxblackdragonxxxxxx02:40 AM 3/6/05I can sense it it the stale air
One spirit which I cannot possibly compare
To any on earth or in the air
Mocking me as you stare
For what do you care
My death is one heartbeat away
And you could take me any day
But your oily black amorphous figure wont make me sway
You can't make me stay
My life is a game to you
When it's time to pay my dues
Your evil aura will pierce through my body and soul too
I wake up at night and do I dare
To see you at the foot of my bed in a rocking chair
This time you are a huge black ink-filled sponge thing that stares
You don't have eyes and it raises my hair
To just see slits and never knowing if you do stare
Creaking back and forth, never saying a thing
You never speak, and you never sing
You are just a thing
I am paralyzed by fear
And your prescence is near
But never tangable or really clear
I need God and I need my spirit to come along
But I am afraid redemption for me is too far gone
So you can swoop down with great black wings never making a sound
And mutilate me, throw me to the ground
I will be forever silent, never making a sound |
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I tried a rhyme. Please comment.
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