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Date Posted: 09:08:56 09/19/01 Wed
Author: Moonchild
Author Host/IP: 216.254.89.84
Subject: The Curse (dark content)

THE CURSE

Within the mouth of darkness her heart dwells.
Burning in the pungent flames of her inner hell.

All alone are she and her silent screams.
Her only comforts are her childhood dreams

Where once she laughed and lived as Daddy’s princess
Before the hand of Hell gave it’s caress.

Now the chains that bind her grip too tight.
Bound by fear, she cannot reach the light.

Her only friends are haunting voices in her head
Who tell her to slit her wrists and join the dead.

They tell her that freedom is the gun inside the drawer,
The dangling rope that hangs just beyond the door.

All her life she knew that something felt wrong.
She was a lonely misfit who never belonged.

She struggles within trying to understand
Why her soul bears the curse of firebrand.

For years she battled inner demons no man could believe,
Secluded within the destruction of insanity’s eve.

She sees the number of the beast upon her hand.
Terror pulses through her veins at God’s command.

Years have passed and now she knows the truth.
The execution of her life bares golden proof.

She knows not what to do, there’s nowhere to run.
The prophecy of God’s will has just begun.

Her soul pleads to God for mercies caress.
Is not forgiveness the Lord’s gracefulness?

Anticipation swims in the belly of the beast.
He’s so famished by his long over due torture feast.

As she gazes in the mirror, there by her side,
Stands Satan, himself, with a gut full of twisted pride.

The Bride of Satan in the mirror shocks her soul
Her whole life’s destination will now take it’s toll.

© Karen Davies

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