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Monster Within

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They stalked their prey.
The hunger in them had grown.
They could no longer hold back.
The blood red ring around the moon glistened with anticipation.
The Devil’s Hour upon them.
Warmth of the blood spilled across their fingers.
A sigh.
The monster temporarily satisfied.

The Night

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The music pounded.
The kiss far from chaste.
His sharpened nail ran down my sternum.
I shivered as my blood started to flow.
The pain was intense, the pleasure more so.
I gave him access to my blood.
My soul.
My life.
But just for the night, as the music pounded on.

A Planted Seed

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Charity was the one to give.
The one to help.
Then a moment of desperation.
Skim just a little.
One act allowed a seed to be planted
They saw others have what they wanted.
So, they took.
With no regard.
Charity fell.
They let Envy win & destroy.
They fell to their envy.

The Gift

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Eros stood looking down at the Earth.
The mortals living their fleeting lives.
Eros, born from Nyx, watched for the mortals were his children.
Born from him & Chaos.
Their chaotic lives brought change to his endless existence.
For that Eros had blessed them with love.

Breathing

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Loving them was never hard.
Even through the worst…
Loving them was like breathing.
Breathing through the broken ribs and bones.
The broken person I had become.
Loving them was never hard.
It was Loving myself enough to leave that was hard.
For Loving them was hell…

Choice

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The angel fell.
Forbidden to protect.
No!
They save the child.
But pay the price.
Their once white wings gone.
Now colored with sins.

Wrath Red

Lust Royal Blue
Sloth Sky Blue
Gluttony Orange
Greed Yellow
Envious Green
And they were glorious.
For they represented: Choice.

Fear

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Death is a fact of life.
He knew that.
After a life lead by the passions of ambition and avarice, it wasn’t death he feared.
What may await him in death?
If there is truly heaven or hell.
What will be his eternal punishment?
His fear is not death…
But what comes after.

The Fall

Patience is a virtue.
That is what they say.
What isn’t known is Virtue fell.
Became a sin.
The anger builds.
Suddenly Explodes.
Patience is no more.
Only red hot rage remains.
The virtues cry…
And the sins…
They rejoice.
For Patience fell…
Now Long Live…
Wrath!