The blaze from the fire scorches my skin,
the world wasn't pure enough, so its my time now.
To be reborn, as the new perfect sin.

Thrown from the gates of heaven,
Burned from the Dept's of hell.
Bringing forth the deadly sins of Seven.

May it be the blood of the innocent,
or the blood of the young.
I'll make your soul full of fear,
Of the one with the devil's tongue.

You Humans will cry, and your children will scream,
Your world will fall into darkness in a blink of an eye.
and that to me will be my perfect dream.


yes...my teacher doesnt think i have problems at all...no no no.

Yay neat poem ^^. Its all evil-ish but good

...=O teachers think everyone has a problem LOL o.O.


But I really like your poem it is cool :D

Its a nice poem! :smile: keep up the greatie work!

Wow. That's deep. It's very nicely written. I could just paint the images in my head as I read it. :oh: