A Demonic Love

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A Demonic Love

A DEMONIC LOVE

this rose was born in hell
and with demon's blood it grew
I took it from the devil's hand
now I’m giving it to you

and with it comes the kiss of death
like poison on your lips
whipping on the winds of hell
through your soul it quickly rips

for with a devil's rose and the kiss of death
your soul it now has died
and it shall rest forever in the depths of hell
peacefully next to mine.....

By: Kevin Bakker

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Gizina commented on A Demonic Love

12-08-2008

WOW! Excellant! Deep!

beautifuldeath commented on A Demonic Love

12-07-2008

absolutely love this "a devil's rose and the kiss of death" unforgettable.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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