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[Ace Vaun Winhigher]

Be thee thine own bane of doom
Alas to fade in darkness of thine room
Lucifer laughs at thee.

Hark thine crows doth caw
And drag thee to hells maw
A sinner is slave never free.

Thou art judged by thine own action
Karma forsakes To thou reaction
For every act of selfish woe.

Yes into thine own purgatory made
By thine own selfish blade
Glints of scarlet glow.

Marked thou art by forsaken ink
For sacrilege guided to the brink
Nay to ever see light.

Be thou a beast of thine own make
As from peace thee forsake
Be gone oh demon from my sight.

[constantine]

the power of christ compels you! i liked the use of archaic/biblical english.

[Ace Vaun Winhigher]

LOL, yeah, christ, let's go with that. The archaic language was un-intentional, But fit so well, I left it in the poem. Given the base of the poem, The language adds a sense of power to the poetry. In reality I was just a little drunk when I wrote this, but we each find a muse I belive... I hate drinking... hang overs suck...

[constantine]

yes, indeed, they are a drag!

[dave eberhardt]

ace
the glory of the vine is magnified before the Lord- Ace- what did Jesus change water into? Hint- it wasn't coca cola.
Ace- thou hast hangovers?
Then drink in moderation. As it was foretold by the prophets: he who hast dealt a scurrilous remark against the vine-
As saith the Lord- revenge it is MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!