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nikhilnaik
Nikhil Naik
India, karnataka, Bangalore

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Kingdom of darkness

Flow strangled in my veins
Mind stale , warmth long gone.
Abyss destined I submerge to rot.

Guided along a beaten path to darkness
Soul shivers to cold winds off the wings of fallen angels.
Now beyond in a land forsaken.
Cover of cries, Mist of sadness.

Raging torment of souls in plight.
With every spear through,
every dip in broiling crucible of molten torture.
I die a thousand times and yet don't.

Lights of day are never to rise.
Every minute a decade of disease.
With every burn the kingdom feasts
on wails , on poison hearts carry.

Sinners weep, realize their sins.
Look to the sky, only to see the evil grin.

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nikhilnaik Comment by: nikhilnaik - 2007-08-23 23:57
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First of all, thank you Lichtentunes for taking the time to read and post a comment. Broiling was used to give it "direct exposure to fire" prespective .... as for the "E" thanks for pointing it ..I have rectified it ..:)
Lichtentunes Comment by: Lichtentunes - 2007-08-23 23:00
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I had to read it three times, and then BAM! I understood. It seems obvious now. This feels distant and almost like combinations of the Bible mixed with lines from movies. But I must admit, if this is what you see after death, then death is truly something to be feared.

Is it really a "broiling crucible"? Shouldn't it be boiling? Doesn't broiling mean heated from above?
Also why is the word every spelled with a capital E? It made me lose the train of your narrative.
GreenIce Comment by: GreenIce Online- 2007-07-02 21:59
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Sinners weep, realize their sins.
Look to the sky, only to see the evil grin

.....Creepy...but written well...it's so scary that people dont realize what path they are on..till they are in deep..and have to work so much harder to get out..and even then..alot dont....sins..and the evil that is there...is desguised almost all the time...that you cant see..its scary....be careful...and thanks for showing people just that..through your words.. :)
proliterati Comment by: proliterati - 2007-02-06 09:54
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so deep!I like the lines below,
Sinners weep, realize their sins.
Look to the sky, only to see the evil grin.
Nana Comment by: Nana - 2006-11-27 19:31
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Very powerful (It gave me the chills..) My favorite line " Sinners weep, realize their sins.
Look to the sky, only to see the evil grin"...Kind of leaves you on the air thinking. Nice!!
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