The Damned…

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In the cold valley of the dead…
Where the moon refuses to rise…

The beaten and the damned…
Slowly walk, with lifeless eyes…

Carrying their sinful burden…
Weighed down by their crimes…

Committed in the knowledge…
That there would come a time…

Payment would be expected…
For the sullied lives they led…

And for each dark indiscretion…
A strand of soul would be shed…

Leading them to this silent place…
Where there is no form of mercy…

Where their devils and their demons…
Became jailers in this purgatory…

Injecting visions into their heads…
Replaying flashbacks of the past…

A constant and daily reminder…
A mental punishment that will last…

Ensuring the blood on their hands…
Will never wash clean in the river…

And permanently staining their sight…
So whenever they search in a mirror…

They witness the horror before them…
See the monsters they’ve become…

And in their descent into this evil…
Became property of the snakelike one…

Who must carry their deepest secrets…
Beyond earth’s unforgiving cold grave…

Understanding they are lost forever…
With no chance that someone will save…

As it was part of the deal they signed…
Which was then sealed by their actions…

And the small print in the contract…
Prevented any last ditch retraction…

From the cold valley of the damned…
Where the sinners will always rise…

Once their time on earth is over…
And silver coins cover their eyes…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Gods Gonna Cut You Down” By Johnny Cash

Imprisoned…

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Awoken within a dream…
With screwed shut eyes…

She’s lost in the chaos…
Her body’s paralysed…

The tension seeps out…
Though every single pour…

Her body begins to ache…
Her sleeping head feels sore…

She feels a seductive presence…
But yet she cannot see…

There’s evil in the room…
It’s roaming around free…

Whispering in the darkness…
Hiding in the shadows…

It knows all her secrets…
Things only she knows…

That she buried deep down…
Inside her sinner’s heart…

Where nobody could find them…
In fear of being torn apart…

But at this very moment…
The vaults have been opened…

And like a flooded river…
The banks have been broken…

And the evil in the room…
Is feasting upon her fear…

Acting Judge and Jury…
Reducing her to silent tears…

Whilst dancing with delight…
As each accusation is heard…

Each one a painful memory…
But the truth has been blurred…

Yet the evil in the room…
Has already knows the sentence…

And the guilty verdict passed…
Leaves no room for repentance…

Imprisoning her in this limbo…
In a dream that’ll never end…

She’s now the evil’s companion…
And her soul has been condemned…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Come Into My Dreamland” by Ed Harcourt

“But how I weep for those who’ve gone”…

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Listen to their voices…

Feel their twisted screams…

A million painful stories…

Wrapped up in horrific dreams…

Carved out by distant dead…

These tales of travellers past…

Etched into our Earths rock…

With images that last…

Of a world that blackened…

As the sun sank into the sea…

Leaving just a darkness…

Within the forests and the trees…

Allowing all the demons…

To reach out and stake a claim…

Infecting like some virus…

The weak and the lame…

Preying on the fearful…

That were ripe for pillaging…

Taking an iron clad grip…

Projecting evil imagery…

Into hearts and minds…

Tearing into every soul…

Removing any innocence…

And assuming full control…

In-between the void…

Where fear and love collide…

Opening up the door…

Where the Devil himself resides…

With the dwarf and the giant…

Who are one and the same…

And the church of no religion…

Is a sanctuary for the insane…

But leaving no escape…

For the beaten and the damned…

Who told their haunting stories…

On stones across our land…

Those who saw it happen…

And left hand written warnings…

That evil still walks amongst us…

In the half light of each morning…

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