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The Food of Satan (by Wildflower)
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lifting my soul upon a silver platter
meat to be digested by all that is evil and alone.
angry are the expressions you throw me
with stone-set eyes placid with the many waters of hell.
dark pupils contour with the sky mixing with the blood of your thoughts
raging through my mind like a sea of snakes.
ripping,
tearing,
away at your heart.
so blind with hunger that they cannot see
the pain they cause.
senseless creatures with no souls to bind them,
or chains to withold their anger
lashing out at us.
they are fire,
i am wind.
you are what holds us together
the spark that makes us begin.
the endless game of tag upon the dinner table of life
served upon a silver platter.
with no one to digest it all but Satan himself.
He is the one.
Eternally open.
the spark in the fire
the cause of my desire
and the whole of my hunger
for eternity in this world
of black waters running through Hell,
and firey Demons fighting the wind,
with snakes in the sea,
and pupils in the sky,
without the moon
so dark
so lonely
so desperate
sitting here on this planet
with forks and knives and spoons.
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