The Hall Of The Damned

Posted under Spiritual Poetry by Paul Summerscales

The scream of sheer death
it deflates your lungs
and rips out your breath
it tears apart
the ventricles of your heart
like the demonic sounds
of a fallen angels harp
the evil flame forming faces
howl and burn mental , ash traces
that lick your brain with hot pain
which lights up the dark
to show the insane
in their stark
underworld , of plughole
down drain

A soul stealing trident
satan spiked and hell sent
tri pronged and wrapped
in a serpent
stands arrow , capped in an
evil dominant
inside are trapped
spirits of unrepent
and infinite , expirement
they ache for your
desperate , detriment
and life , retirement

So how can you be here
if your not dead yet
a demon leans near
and says this is what
you might get
only fear
if you gamble
and lose the bet
your soul so dear
shall be centrally speared
and eternally in a net

The hall of the damned
full of gone murderers
that hanged
now they’re hell framed
their pictured in pain
the forever tortured
dead and inane
they contortedly cry out
faintly my name
as I leave satans
place of reign
I know after this
that I’ll play the right game
and never shall I diss
the lords name
nor dare never
shall I ever
speak it
in vain

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