Devil’s Kin

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innocence striped
blood and gore.
Tears
forgotten
beaten from my soul
hands tearing
teeth ripping
I will never grow old.
Passed around
good time girl
a child
no one cares to look beneath the mask
the colored face
drawn to make me an adult.
Opiates to dull the senses
alcohol to feel no pain
dead eyes staring
nothing
but a little whore.
You chortle
watching me
making me beg at your feet.
Degradation
hatred
Abasement
rage
you thought
using me
abusing me
tossing me aside
would be the end of it.
You are going to wish I had died.
Devil is in the details
turns out I am not that easy to kill
your scream of terror
your face
your eyes
dominating my sight
as in slips the knife.
©March 3/20
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Flip the Finger at the World

Tap dance along
fingers snapping
snigger in the air
lips twisted
sardonic grin
knowing
planning
rape
pillage
tear the world apart.
Crocodile tears
sniffle in the handkerchief
promise those lies all over again
swear the wrong done
will never be done again
while yet
you still drum the purse strings
robbing from the people
you are to protect.
Seeking to be approved
surround yourself with boot lickers
whispers in your ear
‘so great
so wonderful
God’s answer to our prayers.’
The frequency with which deceit
fraudulent views
tripping with ease
smirking lips
abound
make so many wonder
what world you live in
where your reality differs so
from everyone else.
They always say…..
The greatest trick
the Devil did play
was to convince the world
he did not exist.
yet he tap dances in front of us
horns uncovered
while all else pretend not to see.
©Feb. 5/20
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Dark Souls

Perfect family
mom
dad
brother and sister
little baby too
fantasy life on the outside
nightmare within.
Eat every morsel
lesson learned
if you do not
upon feces one shall dine
until up it is puked.
Clean every corner
let no grime remain
soap scum
means a bar in the mouth
nasty names screamed in vain.
No accidents in the underwear
big girl 
yes you are
hair brush wielded 
can no longer sit down.
Door locked…..
keep the monsters at bay…..
keep the monsters away…..
fear
pain
desire for death
the perfect family
revered by all
oh if only they really knew.
Sunday comes
father mounts the pulpit
holy book in hand
decries the sins of the common man
denounces the devil’s tricks
making light of his.
In the gloom
a devil did sit
saliva dangling to the floor
later that night
giggling to himself
he shall dine upon the darkest souls.
©Jan. 23/20
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Tortured Innocence (Or so they thought)

I made a deal with the devil
giving him my soul
solely for a chance at retribution.
He gave it to me so willingly
promising he would see me when I arrived home.
I haunt desolate moors
busy side streets
rooms dusty with misuse
those burnished bright beneath a layer of wax
awaiting the dance to begin.
I am the hidden desire
bleak truth that you harbor
nightmares I bring
to make you shudder
to make you fear
to make you look over your shoulder
wondering
if I am near.
Croon softly in your ear
melody of death
played when you carved your initials
into my flesh.
I ran away in my head
away from the pain
the tears
the fears roiling within.
Your mutilated love
which you professed it to be
made me into this succubus
that you do so see.
You and the Devil
naive you thought I be
only to discover
I am far worse than both of you
together
two to my one.

©Oct. 29/19
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Pauper Souled

Pauper poor
born to a family preachers
never had enough
envy
a sin that could not be excised.
Eloquent voice
roaring from the pulpit
extorting
bullying
stealing
building a kingdom upon the backs of the broken.
Slowly
shadows encroaching
falling to the wayside.
Forgotten:
tenets of love
peace
helping others.
Learned:
tenets of hatred
war
forsaking all.
Money clenched tight
two fists
never letting go.
Why use it as it should be?
To feed the poor.
To help communities.
Reach out to the forgotten
the addicts
the soulless.
Instead used thus…..
Home built upon a hill
glass and gold agleam
cherubs guard the gates
stained black
gorging on sin.
Cling to the fantasy
celebrate worth
celebrate love
while in the corner……
the Devil does sit.
Hellions
imps
demons
slathering
hidden by the shadows
waiting
lusting for the bloated soul
the vile poison oozing from pores.
Patience
while called a virtue
is something the denizens of Hell
are familiar with
as they wait
watching
waiting
for one to trip.
They descend
wrapping
in wicked embrace
ignoring the screams
down they go.
Oh poor baby
really thought all would be forgotten
forgiven
absolved at the pearly gates
failing to remember 
the deal made.
©April 30/19
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Devil’s Own

I dream.
I watch.
I feed upon pain
rage
anguish
bloated with sin.
Tell me true
what fucking game
do you play?
Images unseen
lids sealed
I pretend
incensed
feeding upon….
waste
upon…..
envy
upon…..
fear.
Honey
watch me make you  burn.
Images
dancing beneath lids
crackling fire
backdrop for stars
cold
empty.
Espy
I will wave hello
watching
flames consuming
demons crunching on your soul.
Oooops…..
did I forget to tell?
Embraced as hell’s own
guess what baby
now you have to pay what is due.
You never knew.
You warned me.
I……
well honey
I warned you too
that hell would make you pay….
should you….
fuck with the devil’s own.
You thought
I was another mouthpiece
hot air
speaking without authority…..
Oh baby
did you think I was foolin?
I warned you true
fuck with me
hell will want you.
Sitting upon my granite throne
watching you dance
amongst the flames.
Exquisite revenge
petty feelings
swirl through
as you writhe in pain.
Justified?
Only time will tell.
 
January 13/18
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Devil’s Due

He stood upon the pulpit
glaring down at the pews
sinners
no repentence
at his door.
His voice was thunderous
calling down doom
destruction
shouting that God would  kill them all
a grevious flood
was going to abound.
The parishioners stared at him
eyes glazed with fear
glances darting about
looking for the demons behind every door.
raucous call like a crow
blazing eyes
today’s takings would be good
it always was
when he gave the devil his due.
August 25/18
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