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SATAN'S HOTEL


Satan's Hotel 

The waiting land of better days 
Just faded away just like that 
The fields of righteousness are few 
The fields lie in darkness , 

After the flame died away, 
Loneliness and darkness filled the soul 
Drugs and cheep woman and men 
That are selling their souls , 
Life had no meaning to them you could 
See it in their zombie eyes , 

They live in Satan's hotel ; 
The coldness of their souls is out to take 
Another young life into drug world , 
Understanding the ways of the Life of 
Darkness and gloom ; 

Kids are walking around thinking they 
Are doing just fine , Just to find their 
Mommy and daddy's killing of there 
Souls to another blow of the drug pip, 

For all that has been spoken of the night 
Will kill one's life , If you would walk by 
Satan's hotel you could feel the control of 
The lost souls ; lost in the eternal blackness 
And never to be seen again. 

Something new has come into another life, 
Taking the demons in their mind and a pipe 
In their hand ; The young and the old under 
The control of Satan's world ; 

Parents looking all over town wondering 
How to find their kid then they hear there 
Kids learned a new trick , 
For the angel of death has arrived in that 
Cold sad lonely night when another has 
Taken a life , 

Broken down of the drug world , Satan's world 
When you check in to Satan's Hotel . 
The way that they act is no way of coming back 
To the way of better days ,You can see the evil 
In there eyes's an urge to kill, the desire is a thrill 
To kill the good in another Soul , 

Once upon a time, They had Jehovah in their lives 
And walked in the light , 
But all of that had changed when they said goodbye 
And they let Satan's in their lives by taking the drug pipe , 
Dark angel is all over the place hunting for new souls 
To take into their control , 

The broke word that , killed dreams of the young and 
The old ; nobody there forgave sins they just keep making 
Them , The Drug fights take a blood bath of the knife , 
Behind the walls you can hear it all , 
The cry's of the night when a baby cries to be fed why it's 
Mommy is out doing what she knows best , 

So now the baby's grow up to be the victim of prostitution 
Of preconception and true damnation, the young minds 
Reaching out into a world that is lost every time , 
They can no longer see the twisting emotions that they 
Live in .They will longing for the person they once used to know 
But that was long ago Know they live in Satan's world. 

Lilly Emery (c)

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Poetic Judy Lilly Emery

To all my readers you may see that their are grammar errors in my old writings, but these writing are from the 90's ,2000's. I truly didn't think anyone was readying my work . so I just started writing out what I felt and made my pains a story and poems . I had re post these poems and stories all over the internet and I keep them also in file so no one can ever say my work is theirs . I have kept my work as they are just for others to see where it was I started my writing at . The pains are so real not even a game ,The life I had lived I would never wish upon no one . I like to say to all who are taking the steps for change in their life congratulations to the new open doors God bless you . You may have seen my photos on the internet and my writings on Poetry.com and poem hunter etc. you may have seen the hate that others have given to me about my work and my beauty of who I am . But as you can see I will never let the haters Stop me from doing what I love . So I say the same to all of you write your own words and let your heart speak to all your readers . I hope you can understand why I haven't made changes in my work at less not the old ones . My old work are left as they are for me to always remember where it all came from . God bless to all who reads . Lilly Emery /Judy Emery

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