Demon Of Hell
On broken bended knees,
with no place to dwell,
the everlasting being fell.
In a puddle of blood,
surrounded by beast,
she drank with the demons of hell.
In a ballroom of fire and gore,
singing, laughing,
and being a whore,
she danced with the demons of hell.
On a bed of lava with piles of sores,
with fourteen beasts,
and two other whores,
she became a demon of hell.
In a dress of black,
and ring of spikes,
she married the devil himself.
(c)1999 Tameron Brathwaite
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