I made a new friend.
He is covered in black fur.
But he has no face.
I love my mommy.
I love spending time with her.
But, Dad can’t see her.
I love my Daddy.
Everyone loves my Daddy.
But, he’s loud at night.
I learned something new.
We’re never really alone.
I know they exist.
I feel scared at night.
And the full moon makes it worse.
It killed all my friends.
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Stop hurting yourself.
This anger will not help you.
Find your inner peace.
Untitled work. Spring 2017 by Alex snow
Media- Graphite, Sharpies, Micropens, Charcoal, Colored Pencils.
Description- These are just a few practice drawings I have made within the past few months.
God’s plan will be done.
Evil will writhe and perish.
I’m the chosen one.
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(Preacher Six poems: Original, Version 2, Version 3)
Traditional religion is dead.
A divine awakening is upon us all!
I have been summoned to serve God.
I shall terminate the malevolent for I am his anointed servant.
If blood must be spilt, then let it spill infinitely.
If the tainted souls of Satan must perish, then let their corpses writhe and fall.
Open the gates of heaven and cast iron bars onto the fiery pit of hell.
Thy lord’s divine plan will be completed through the slaughter of the damned.
Let it be so, so let it be.
(Original poem and Version 2 poem)