Greetings, devil, This is your daily reminder that all your efforts are futile. All your fighting has been all for nothing. All your labor has been worked in vain. All the souls you think you’ve “won” are only heaping up torment for you in your eternal punishment to come. No one mourns for you. NoContinue reading “Your efforts are futile.”
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A Game of Inches
One One at a time Step by step, She fades Down Down a little more Slowly but surely, She fades Further away And closer to Until the day She is but inches away One Only one step more One step and She will be standing at Death’s door The Greeter is eager to meet HerContinue reading “A Game of Inches”
When I was in school, I always struggled with reading and writing poetry. I don’t know why. I guess it just didn’t make sense to me, or maybe it was just disinterest that came from having to read so many creepy, narcissistic, and immoral poems. That seems possible. Somehow, I eventually found out that GodContinue reading “Deception”