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A speical poem just for today. Happy 666!
Hells Mistress
Dancing in the fire,
Satan’s mistress bathed
in the mire, eyes of passion
outlined in ash watch behind
the smoke screen.
Her voice rises to the high winds,
body clad in a gown of ivy as it
twists and turns, temptuous flesh
awakens desire.
Lord of the Dark held transfixed
as Lilith commands with a look,
a touch, movement of liquid fire, and
a voice of a Siren.
Dark beauty cast aside, betrayed
by her maker to take comfort in
another who could understand her,
reigning King and Queen of the
world beneath.
Why should they feel grief,
punished for their free minds and spirit,
they can laugh in the flames,
dance in the dark and smile
as they watch the world fall.
12:07 PM - 6/6/2006 -
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who writes this shit?
lucifer - 8:30 AM - 6/11/2006
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