This is a little exercise, that I do quite frequently - spontaneous writing. Now, all spontaneous writing needs, is some time, and quiet. (Or perhaps not. As I've said before stimulus' come in all forms.) The particular basis of this poem is The Devil. Some people may protest about this, but free speech equals free typing too, I should think. I'm not a Devil worshipper if that's what you think. But belief, is a wonderful thing. And there is so many beliefs, just waiting there to be explored! I decided that people fear the Devil; so why not fear God? To anyone curious, the belief tends to be if you wish to sell your soul to Satan, you have to sign the 'contract' in blood. Anyway, I digress, spontaneous writing. So, this piece took 10 minutes, on the spot writing. Really good for the mind. Seriously so. Enjoy.
The world is falling,
The dark is calling,
The night closes in,
The fear shall win.
God has no mercy
For those of my kind.
Who pray to him daily
And grant him their mind.
The dark is rising,
The walls are dropping,
The angels have fell,
The life is hell.
Satan, is waiting,
To claim my soul
What use is a soul
In a world that's not whole?
The blood in writing
The god is fighting
The boy of life
The terror is rife.
Here I am, ready
Escaping the sun.
That burns upon my flesh.
Here I am, ready
The deed it is done
the terror begins afresh.
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