Long after my flesh is dead and necrotic
he'll be sitting there, grinning demonic.
A visage everlasting, made of stone
sits on the roof, silent, alone
though evil he is, he gives me protection
from those worse than I in my search for perfection.
when you no longer flinch at the sight of atrocity
all that you do turns to simple hypocrisy
Since the lowest places in hell
are reserved for those who betray,
they'll have to start renovations
to make some more space.
We're all going down there,
burning as heretics,
except for my friend
that grinning demonic.













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My Only Salvation...Lies In Damnation
Besides, the poem's constructed of sentences, and he capitalized each sentence. It works.
I really, really love this one, Duk. I've never told you, but I do really love your poetry.
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Live fast, play hard, die laughing.
And thank you
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My Only Salvation...Lies In Damnation
You see this? I got your back like a fat bitches shadow.
HA!
...too bad neither of us is fat.
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Live fast, play hard, die laughing.
oh...oops.
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Live fast, play hard, die laughing.
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