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Dark Apocalyptic Mortification


the summoning of angels to the front briars of heavy moss blanket the exterior we are left shuttering next to death columns of blackened stench aroma personifies evil torment with ever increasing fire flaming into the abyss eyes with spots having holes viscous long hanging fangs that bite dripping blood off side you want to run away & hide but you can't death's sting left you here all alone Satan is here with flames of utter abolished poison in its asps just to dip my finger in a tiny bit of water to quench my thirst demonic dragons unleashed to the sonic pulse of radiating tremors maggot infested sanctuary turned to terror no escape of reality you are forever in its dark domain screaming of sinners being plunged into the fire of ravaged torments this was the place foretold by the prophets of old I wasn't ready but now I'm here to suffer first the strong blade of swords from demonic armor piercing shrieks of tormented prisoners those that believe the lie are here they thought they are what they do skulls of the damned line its border the scent of manure throughout the dominion can't even gasp for air or even shed a single tear caged in its barbaric torment over & over ever increasing vile flesh being stripped naked into the flames 666 A dungeon filled with demonic wardens bearing gift of torment Under the heavy expulsion of gross fragments of feces this is a dark deranged place a place no one should go I tried to bow my head to pray but it was too late it was my torn fate to be here forever alone cavity's of long horned creatures with sunken eyes ghouls of montrous size digging into your flesh with unbelievable gnashing, weeping & wailing Jesus is not here, only this is the one we worshipped he was once an angel ready for the kingdom yet Satan let his pride get in the way this is the one a blackened stench of death to behold eyes of sulfur blackened fragments of piercing fangs take me away hurry take me away I want to leave Welcome to Hell !
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Mario Vitale has written well over 1,000 poems toward his platform in creative writing. His main ambition is to receive a poetry contract. He looks up to present poets John Ashbery & Major Jackson for their contribution to the arts. Vitale studied theatre at Central Connecticut State university in New Britain, Ct. Presently you will see Vitale's poems on the world wide web such sites as Wrterscafe, Neopoet, Starlitecafe, Poetrysoup & Allpoetry.com He appears in anthology's, magazine articles and editor choice award for poetry. Facebook has been an outlet for Mario Vitale in connecting to family & friends.

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