Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Repent.
Repent.
Let me tell you a story,
about a little girl who drowned.
She appeared before me one night,
in tears and anguish.
Walking towards me,
with small, cautious steps.
I smiled at her and said,
"Welcome."
Her body was rotting,
but I do not seem to mind.
For today is the day,
she would join me in the depths of the abyss.
Her cries for help,
can never be heard.
Her suffering,
will not be known to man.
For she was in a place of infernal,
a place called Hell.
And I am the fallen angel,
a son of Satan.
So let me tell you a story,
about the girl who died and went to Hell.
Whose teeth are being gnashed,
whose tongue has being cut,
whose soul is burning in Hell.
If you hear a girl crying one night,
it might just be her.
I will be here waiting patiently,
waiting for your coming.
Benn blogged at 1:55 AM