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Bad Choices

Updated on May 1, 2015

Glazed with hardened blood, roasted flesh suspends from ashened stakes

Offerings of souls and deals of one whom providence forsakes

They feared not God, relied on the hand of the wicked and now must sense the thorns

The snares of death devour the flesh, souls shelter with the worms

In lower regions of the earth, serpents sharp their fangs to serve the king of fear

In the caves of death, dark and damp, they squirm and quirt their lethal spear

Drink from the cup of the holy one or cross your grim nightmare

To be sacrificed before the fire, entombed in black despair.


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    • Linda Cassini profile image

      Linda Cassini 5 years ago from Las Vegas NV

      Hope I can spook you again

    • Frank Atanacio profile image

      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      wow this was good truly creepy.. and compelling .. and for a poem it deliverd haunts!!!!