A Dark Poem: Mommy Dearest
Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2022 2:15 am
Suffering whispers softly in the dark.
Letting the darkness into your soul.
The voices said: Kill kill kill
Take vengeance my dear children.
They wouldn't go away with a pill.
Jesus consumes your soul.
You become crucified with him.
Reading a Bible curled up in the basement furnace room.
You cry out to God. Why hast thou forsaken me.
Forsaken like Christ was on the cross when he said when he cries out to the father.
In life your only hope was death.
So you as a kid count the days till you become 90 to be relieved of life on this wretched planet.
Reading revelations and hoping for the end hoping for Christ to come back and take vengeance upon the heathen.
This is the planet earth welcome to life.
You are crucified my young child.
Nail yourself up on that cross.
Look at this sad world of loss.
One day Satan will reclaim his throne.
One day people like Mommy Dearest will die alone.
One day the porn will be nice pagan people.
One day we will put a pentagram on the steeple.
Till that day people will suffer alone.
They will think Jesus is in heaven on the throne.
The more we suffer the more we live.
So yeah nail me up on that cross.
On the third day I will rise again and be the savior.
We will be all be Christ and together be the chosen one.
Hail Satan
Praise Christ on the cross who rose again on the third day.
Let us all enjoy our suffering together.
It makes life worth living when we are happy.
If we don't suffer we can't feel paradise.
Wow I am so emo and such a deep person and good poet enjoy.
Letting the darkness into your soul.
The voices said: Kill kill kill
Take vengeance my dear children.
They wouldn't go away with a pill.
Jesus consumes your soul.
You become crucified with him.
Reading a Bible curled up in the basement furnace room.
You cry out to God. Why hast thou forsaken me.
Forsaken like Christ was on the cross when he said when he cries out to the father.
In life your only hope was death.
So you as a kid count the days till you become 90 to be relieved of life on this wretched planet.
Reading revelations and hoping for the end hoping for Christ to come back and take vengeance upon the heathen.
This is the planet earth welcome to life.
You are crucified my young child.
Nail yourself up on that cross.
Look at this sad world of loss.
One day Satan will reclaim his throne.
One day people like Mommy Dearest will die alone.
One day the porn will be nice pagan people.
One day we will put a pentagram on the steeple.
Till that day people will suffer alone.
They will think Jesus is in heaven on the throne.
The more we suffer the more we live.
So yeah nail me up on that cross.
On the third day I will rise again and be the savior.
We will be all be Christ and together be the chosen one.
Hail Satan
Praise Christ on the cross who rose again on the third day.
Let us all enjoy our suffering together.
It makes life worth living when we are happy.
If we don't suffer we can't feel paradise.
Wow I am so emo and such a deep person and good poet enjoy.