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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