Written by Cody Taylor Edmondson and HastyWords
To know evil
Is to hunger
It is ravenous
And consuming
An enraged horde
Violently waiting
Behind the gates
Of a fiery hell
Making itself at home
Inside our hearts
Waiting for us to fall
For us to topple
Into its growing
And chaotic throng
Of frenzied movement
It tempts us with fairness
And gets us alone
Inside the shadows
Disguised as a friend
Waiting to corrupt you
With its malevolent secrets
We strive to be good
We strive to be innocent
We strive to be real
To keep the hell at bay
But it adapts and
Begins to reflect the light
We earnestly seek
And the devil
Like a whore with a pitchfork
Gets decked out in sequins
And covers his hate in glitter
And begins to speak with a
Sharpened silver tongue
Enticing us to visit
Convincing us to stay
The poem just carries so much hate (In a good way 🙂 ) and the fire picture really tops it off!
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Looking into the mirror …
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Angels in disguise?
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Mhmm, glittered glitter in vain, perhaps?
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That depicts how I’ve felt this week very well! Great poem.
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Wow just wow 🙂 🙂
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a whore with a pitchfork… do we have to pay extra for that?
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