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

“There’s a darkness in every sense”…

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Welcome to the dark side…
On the edge of the abyss…

A place submerged in shadows…
Where the fallen angels kiss…

And whisper to each other…
Forbidden fantasies and lies…

All the secrets of this world…
Carried on the wings of flies…

Delivered like a message…
On an arrow tipped with fire…

Lighting up the blackness…
Where the ungodly do conspire…

The ones who roam silently…
Trapped within a falling tear…

Who no longer feel emotion…
No hate, no love, no fear…

The lost and the damned…
In a state of perpetual strife

Who never saw this coming…
Slept walked through their life…

But now pay for their sins…
And the path they chose…

As their moments of distraction…
Became the thorns of a rose…

Now embedded in their soul…
And tearing at their skin…

An everlasting reminder…
Of the eternal Hell they’re in…

A place where human kindness…
Never began to even exist…

And demons in your dreams…
Infect, distort and twist…

Whilst in the vivid nightmares…
Your mind is filled with doubt…

As suddenly it hits you…
There is really no way out…

And as memories begin to fade…
Numbness will replace any fear…

Now was it worth the price…
Your soul has paid to get here…

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“Sinner, I have never learned”…

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The angels won’t save you…
They’ve covered their eyes…

And blocked their ears…
So they can’t hear your lies…

They know what you’re doing…
They watch from a far…

They are keeping a record…
Each and every little scar…

Every time you deceive…
Each mark your soul…

They know all the details…
And the size of the hole…

The one that’s being dug…
Especially for you…

Your final resting place…
When this life is through…

As you won’t fly with angels…
Or sit on the right hand…

There’ll be no Vestal Virgins…
There’ll be no promised land…

Your fate has been written…
By you and you alone…

The depths of Hell awaits…
Chained to Satan’s throne…

Forever to be reminded…
Of what you have done…

Your crimes all replayed…
All your dark sins rerun…

In a perpetual playback…
For your eyes only…

Showing you the impact…
On the weak and the lonely…

Those you have hurt…
And stabbed in the back…

Those lives you ruined…
And pushed into the black…

Because no one can save you…
You’re the one they despise…

The one who is marked…
A sinner with snake eyes…

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“There’s a man going around taking names”…

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The underground killer…

With death in his eyes…

An invisible evil…

A perfect disguise…

No one ever sees him…

Or gives a second glance…

His victims are random…

And don’t stand a chance…

As he selects the weak…

Then stalks his prey…

Timing his attacks…

And in minutes they lay…

Dead on the ground…

In a pool of warm blood…

And as he walks away…

The feeling of power floods…

Pulsates through his veins…

Leaving him so elated…

This addictive emotion…

That he alone has created…

And needs to be fed…

When night time falls…

As his thirst rises…

And he hears the call…

Of the cold hearted killer…

That lives deep inside…

Intent on stealing souls…

And enjoying the ride…

On a fairground attraction…

But never paying the price…

Just intent on the killing…

He doesn’t think twice…

As the underground killer…

Has perfected the art…

Of killing them softly…

Then removing their hearts…

Before moving on silently…

Towards his next kill…

Empowered by the glory…

Entranced by the thrill…

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“Or this could be Hell”…

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So, you didn’t make it…
Welcome to Hell…

Make yourself comfortable…
This is your own private cell…

Wrap this round your neck…
You’ve earned this chain…

A link for each of your sins…
You’ll experience them again…

One by One by One…
In technicoloured glory…

Each and every mistake…
In your sad, twisted story…

Because you never listened…
Never heeded the warnings…

You did not believe…
Just partied on till morning…

Thinking you were clever…
That you wouldn’t pay the price…

You did what you wanted…
Without any kind of sacrifice…

Doing it your own way…
And tarnishing your soul…

Did you think you were wise…
That you were in control…

And now you are here…
Beginning to perspire…

There’s no rest for the wicked…
As you burn in Hell’s fire…

Whilst the Demons dance…
To the Devil’s own groove…

They’re your eternal jailers…
Who’ll watch your every move…

As you are now damned…
For the rest of eternity…

And you will be broken…
You’ll be forced to your knees…

Living in Satan’s palace…
And getting sliced by his knife…

He’ll make you plead to go back…
But it’s to late to change your life…

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“Raise your hands up to the sky”…

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Raise your hands…

Up to the sky…

Never ever question…

Never ask why…

Just follow the system…

Obey all the signs…

Listen to the preacher…

Walk forward blind…

Move like a Sheep…

In a field of Wolves…

Avoiding their teeth…

And horns of the Bulls…

That appear from nowhere…

From behind the trees…

It’s how “THEY” trick you…

And make you believe…

Keeping you walking…

Straight down the line…

Trick you into thinking…

That everything’s FINE

Whilst “THEY” steal your soul…

Sneak in the back door…

So you never notice…

Yet offer them more…

Not even realising…

On your hands and knees…

As you pray unto them…

So eager to please…

Offering to them…

Everything you own…

But “THEY” already own it…

It was a story you were told…

That talks about freedom…

As if it really exists…

This gift from the Gods…

The lie that persists…

But the truth is stranger…

Wrapped up in that lie…

As you will only be free…

On the day that you die…

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“How I wish, how I wish you were here…”

In honour of post number 600 (yes, it astounded me too!) it feels fitting to revisit where it all began. This was my first poem, not the first I showed the world, but the first I scribbled when I started…

Hope you enjoy and thank you all for continuing to read and enjoy my rambles…

Cheers
J

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It is as it is…
Perhaps it never was…
Staring into the abyss…
On the brink of utter chaos…

They sit there and judge me…
But have no idea who I am…
Can not see what I see…
Or read my cosmic plan…

They don’t really know me…
Or begin to truly understand…
Life won’t ever set us free…
Fate’s not in our command…

They find it hard to trust me…
Garden where confusion grew…
Mirror where my heart should be…
Distorts their point of view…

They won’t ever forgive me…
Sick of playing silly games…
Drowning in a spiteful sea…
Trapped in Hell’s Black flames…

They won’t ever release me…
A prisoner of their hateful war…
Even when on bended knee…
Emotional cage remains mine to explore…

They know the one who held me…
The one that I let go…
Please don’t tell nobody…
And never let it show…

It is as it is…
Perhaps it never was…
The edge of the abyss…
The brink of utter chaos…

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“You think all your cardinal sins will stay underground”…

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There is no way out…

No matter how loud he shouts…

His hands are bound by fate…

In a spider’s web of fear and hate…

Darkness surrounds…

Buried so deep underground…

No light enters at all…

Nobody around to hear his desperate call…

Dragged deep beneath…

Chained up underneath…

Where nobody dares to go…

The place we pretend not to know…

In case “THEY” hear…

The ones that we all fear…

He’s inside the Black pit…

He cannot move, he cannot sit…

Only watch, as the Devil’s hate spits...

He’s paralysed, has no feelings…

Alone with visions, constantly revealing…

Whilst his limbs will just not move…

What more are “THEY” trying to prove…

How much more can he take…

As he fights to stay awake…

Perhaps he should just give in…

Confess to all his sin…

Let the Devil win…

And take his prize…

Remove the final disguise…

And finally be freed from this life…

The hurt and all the strife…

Because there is no way out…

No point in screaming, no one hears his shouts…

He can’t fight his fate…

There is nothing left but hate…

It’s becoming much too late…

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“Without a scream, in the dead of night”…

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It’s as clear as purest Black…
And dark as sinful White…
Searching right into the day…
Looking left throughout the night…
It’s the only way to find it…
Wherever it may be…
The only way to feel inside…
But to never let them see…

It’s where you least expect it…
Where no life on Earth exists…
A memory you can’t explain…
Dark thoughts you must dismiss…
It demands you keep its secret….
A treasure chest of trust…
If it slips right through your fingers…
It’ll disappear like dead man’s dust…

It’s always in the beginning…
Yet the middle means so much more…
But when no one sees it coming…
The ending opens up a door…
It means the Sun is hiding…
When locked away inside…
Yet it is always shining…
Ensuring all your tears get dried…

Its eyes closed to the vision…
And minds blocked mentally…
Each heart afraid to beat in time…
Whilst falling accidentally…
Its playful spirit is unholy…
Any God would look away…
There will be no intervention…
No matter how much they all pray…

Because it’s now time just to listen…
And try to communicate…
Hear everything it has to say…
Before it’s much too late…
It’s as clear as purest White…
And as dark as sinful Black…
Just keep searching for the right…
One day you’ll claim it back…

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“All the things, come back to you”…

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Her decent into Hell strangely began…
In a random encounter with a Chinese man…

Who spoke quietly, all about his life…
The trauma, the troubles and all his strife…

About how he fought for everything…
Before he taught his soul to sing…

Steven Tyler sang as she went on her way…
Dream on were the words she heard him say…

“All the things, come back to you”…
Was the warning in this surreal tune…

But she didn’t listen to that warning…
Her course was set until the morning…

And with the wind beginning to build…
The night air was becoming strangely filled…

With the scent of something so unknown…
And into turmoil she was utterly thrown…

As the eyes of a Demon came into view…
It was one of those moments that feels so true…

Burns down to the core of your very soul…
The spine-tingling moment you lose control…

She looked at him and he stared at her…
For just one second she would honestly swear…

There was a point of connected clarity…
And from that moment on, she could not see…

Blind and powerless he led the dance…
She began floating in a half dazed trance…

Wandering down life’s darkened street…
And in an instant she felt the heat…

Of Hell’s burning flames calling out…
And her head was filled with thoughts of doubt…

But the Demon was much too strong…
She became enchanted as they went along…

The city held her in its powerful sway…
Through winding streets and alley ways…

Intoxicated in the rain filled air…
Yet by his side, she just didn’t care…

The Demon tempted and pointed to drink…
And she began to fall and into Hell she did sink…

The world she knew just melted away…
Reality blurred, no hint of dismay…

Fallen angels began to set their traps…
Under the moonlight, somewhere she collapsed…

And became a different version or three…
The kind she could never let the real world see…

Jumping from one planet and on to another…
It was only then that she discovered…

Something so different, something so refined…
And in a stolen moment, lips intertwined…

As the world around faded from view…
She forgot everything she thought she knew…

Hell’s fire burned bright and Red…
As the Demon invited her into his bed…

But at the point of no return…
As the Devil danced and the flames did burn…

The Chinese man once again appeared…
This time older, with a Grey beard…

Said “Wait, it’s not too late,
Don’t give in and become the Devil’s first mate.
All is not as it seems,
Free yourself from this Demon’s dreams”…

The words struck deep into her heart…
And the Demon and she did reluctantly depart…

When she awoke to face the new born day…
She lay there, wondering what on Earth to say…

It had felt like the most vivid dream…
And she let out the most silent scream…

Her soul now scarred and ripped forever…
But with no regret, not now, not ever…

The Chinese man never again returned…
But his words carried so deep into her soul, it burned…

Now Steven Tyler keeps singing his haunting song…
As the Demon was dragged to Hell,  back where he belongs…

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