Tags : Devil

Pied Piper

Pied Piper

A Poem by John Holmes


Fate and the devil. twisted lines and scattered stars. Life. people you me us. that is all.
Voices

Voices

A Poem by MunkyWrench


Do you hear them too?
The Jester Rictus

The Jester Rictus

A Poem by MunkyWrench


He lived once... long ago.
A Warning of Vengance

A Warning of Vengance

A Poem by MunkyWrench


Take heed...
Short Tare Poem

Short Tare Poem

A Chapter by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


about finding the self
How Mariah Carey Achieved The Whistle Register - A Children’s Fable

How Mariah Carey Achieved The Whistle Register - A..

A Story by Fetish Ewing


A satirical (mature) children's fable of how Mariah Carey achieved her famous whistle register, set against the backdrop of pre-civilization Africa.
Concerning The Fall of Lucifer

Concerning The Fall of Lucifer

A Poem by Rocans


The fall-given a little thought.
Shell

Shell

A Story by A Social Corpse


I am nothing anymore. Just a shell, a vessel for another being. I feel him inside me, his energy flows through my veins like acid, the burning will ne..
Conviction of God

Conviction of God

A Poem by AJ TheSnowMan


From a former religious person to another.
Holy Darkness

Holy Darkness

A Poem by AJ TheSnowMan


Religious Corruption...
1877

1877

A Chapter by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


inspired by Master Fard Muhammad
Blah, blah, blah, blah

Blah, blah, blah, blah

A Story by Kevin Kate


Thoughts of life
End Days

End Days

A Book by dw817


The stars are in my eyes ... and I am blinded by their beauty ...
End Days - Ch # 01 "The Warning"

End Days - Ch # 01 "The Warning"

A Chapter by dw817


As she asked me this odd question for which I clearly had no answer, I then noticed that her eyes held no reflection, only endless depths of blue-viol..
End Days - Ch # 02 "Lorraine"

End Days - Ch # 02 "Lorraine"

A Chapter by dw817


A strange sphere of light with radiant colors, unnameable to mortal man, brightness beyond any lantern, although it appeared to be candles a million ..
Insomnia

Insomnia

A Poem by Sarah Conder


3am visitations from the Devil Churning the darkness into obscurity. The sheets become a funeral shroud, coarse and uninviting. The ..