Your smell carries the scent of hell in pure form.
How does it feel to be scorned?
As a man you mated with lays with another.
You to be soon blessed mother.
Then too lose your child in birth.
Shunned away by the once proud father and lover you called him so.
Now he lays in your marital bed with another.
Another God had created to keep balance in the world.
Oh Lilith the first wife of Adam, how does it feel?
To have that soul set into hell fire and brimstone.
To let your heart be ripped from your chest and crushed.
Made Immortal out of disgust.
At last though the sun has come to dusk.
Can you swear onto blood revenge?
Can you take the man's and his friends lives as retribution.
To have been left to beg and left to pillage in mud and dirt.
Would you slit their throats in their sleep?
Oh Lilith fall under me...
I shall grant you the power that which ignorance denies that is rightfully yours.
Come with me onto the a newer golden shore.
Oh Lilith... the game is afoot, they sleep restlessly.
Take my wings of the night and feed on their own frights.
Lilith my first Succubi... take their blood and cherish it in sweet delight
- christopher
ps my first true hell poem
How does it feel to be scorned?
As a man you mated with lays with another.
You to be soon blessed mother.
Then too lose your child in birth.
Shunned away by the once proud father and lover you called him so.
Now he lays in your marital bed with another.
Another God had created to keep balance in the world.
Oh Lilith the first wife of Adam, how does it feel?
To have that soul set into hell fire and brimstone.
To let your heart be ripped from your chest and crushed.
Made Immortal out of disgust.
At last though the sun has come to dusk.
Can you swear onto blood revenge?
Can you take the man's and his friends lives as retribution.
To have been left to beg and left to pillage in mud and dirt.
Would you slit their throats in their sleep?
Oh Lilith fall under me...
I shall grant you the power that which ignorance denies that is rightfully yours.
Come with me onto the a newer golden shore.
Oh Lilith... the game is afoot, they sleep restlessly.
Take my wings of the night and feed on their own frights.
Lilith my first Succubi... take their blood and cherish it in sweet delight
- christopher
ps my first true hell poem
