My questions are still unanswered.
And answers are unsaid.
My childhood pleasures were gifts of 'Satan',
And 'Inferno' lies ahead...
Inferno, was the dream of Satan,
He wanted me destroyed !
He brought me gifts from the infinity of nature
Till fifteen years I was toyed.
It's crescendo went weak and weak,
The conscience although tried.
Tried to keep the child away,
From Satan's treacherous guide.
But as homicidal thoughts began quenching my sociopathy,
I found that my world was shaking.
The joys of yesterday's child were,
A 'homicider' in the making.
Thus that night I penned my last poem,
The 'step' was hard but right,
To my horror, I saw yards ahead,
Two fiery eyes in the night !
Those eyes were I thought I knew,
The mighty Satan was back,
He casted the spell of rebirth of my "Wrong",
While I urged for an attack.
Blitzkrieg ! I grabbed the sword,
In a second I slayed the head,
And with a deafening scream I fell headless,
As the ground bathed in red !
But some questions are still unanswered,
Some answers 'still' unsaid,
My childhood pleasures were Satan's gifts,
And Inferno lay ahead...
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