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Lucifer was damned to hell,
Sent there alone to bleed and roast,
Yet no one prayed for his forgiveness,
The one sinner who needed them most.
The devil lost all he once had,
With nothing but a cursed, sneered name,
Spat upon and thrown away,
His misdeeds now his only fame.
No one praised him through his hardships,
No one smiles 'til he's gone,
I walk the path of thorns with him,
With Satan, the Forgotten Son.
Sent there alone to bleed and roast,
Yet no one prayed for his forgiveness,
The one sinner who needed them most.
The devil lost all he once had,
With nothing but a cursed, sneered name,
Spat upon and thrown away,
His misdeeds now his only fame.
No one praised him through his hardships,
No one smiles 'til he's gone,
I walk the path of thorns with him,
With Satan, the Forgotten Son.
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Literature
Child of a Murderer
The thrashing of my daddy's screams,
echoing in my ear.
The way that my tears stream
speaking of all my fears.
The thump of mommy hitting the ground
pushes me to my feet.
I ran not to her but all the way around
listening only to my heart beat.
I hit the door running
and ran far away,
my stature anything but cunning,
caring only to escape as daddy begun to slay.
Midnight was when I turned around,
and twilight was when I came inside.
I saw the blood painting mommy's night gown,
and I learned that even a child recognizes someone who has died.
I curled up beside her
hiding within plain sight.
Knowing that daddy was far gone
Literature
Forever Never Liked Me Anyway
I have so many words I want to say
But the problem is I don't know who I want to say them to
I don't know how to stop this
How to make my stomach ache go away
How do I make myself care enough all the time
How do I fix everything and make you want to stay
Can't you see what this is doing to me
Can't you see that this isn't who I want to be
Should I fall off of this mountain
Should I trip and fly through open air
Plummeting into hell without any cares
How about I go drown in the fountain of life, because it's too late for me
I became a shape shifter inside
I lie with my smiles when you can't tell they're fake
Sometimes I don't even know
I'm
Literature
When I Was a Child
When I was a child
I tried to kill myself seven times,
But it turns out something
Soulless and empty
Refuses to let itself die.
When I was a child,
I was scared of my own eyes—
Oh, they terrified me,
Because their light reminded me
That I am alive.
When I was a child,
They taught me to think
That I was not like all the rest.
That I was an empty thing,
An ugly creature,
A soulless changeling
That had intruded upon their lives.
And the people that were meant to love me
Only taught me how to cry,
Taught me how to hate
That I am alive.
I am still a child,
Though I like to think I’m not,
And I still have trouble
Looking myself in the
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Nice poetry. Its pretty good. I like it. 