The devil spoke (warning not for the squemish)
I am a dark angel said the women to the devil.
He said yes be unfaithful then.
She said i'll do my own work.
He said you are an unforgiving humming rotting burnt torn bursting dank flesh puke covered dark energy horny quitting... mother fucker to her in practice of the worst horror movie ever brought to her doorstep in knocks of 6..
She said I'll murder you and destroy the whole thing before I ever make a film like that I'm not as innocent as you think I am.
He said just so you know I'm a God who can't die so you'll see that thought for an eternity and more on fresh repeat whether you make it or not.
She said I'll call it dank death then.
He said we're angel legion too and we're not afraid of you or your Archangels and their dragons.
She said then be afraid of yourselves who are less than me.
He said unthank you for getting that off your chest with me.
She said I did it for me.
He said your very unwelcome.
She said well I love my ego and transmute it to light.
He said pussy and fought her guides back.
She said no fucking way.
His friend came all over her face and the sex shop.
She thought could it get any more perverted.
He thought no.
Then she got dressed and fed her now suckling child who had been watching and listening to the whole thing.
He ran off into the night laughing about love at first sight.
She came thinking about something beautiful she would make on cartoon network that night and locked her shop up.
He became a serial killer and his first victim was...
About this poem
A flesh covering is a devine body. Your choice. Your free will. Your illusion. Your freedom. Your clostrophobia.
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Written on November 25, 2023
Submitted by heathert.34240 on November 25, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
Characters | 1,498 |
Words | 312 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 22 |
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