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A Cacodemon's Sermon: Message to a Eudemon (Free verse) by Y2kSlamPoet
A man with the love of Jesus, may see my outward rags and loud maledicts against sheep, and think me cursed with poverty. My belt holds my knife, ragged sleeves hide hands, that appear quickly to cuff those that offend me. Within a secret pocket is a gun, used only when I must. I have not yet felt the need to do so. Bullets are appropriate if my target is a coward who wishes to formally demand battle from afar. They may be used if one is foolish enough to order me to walk a few paces and turn to pull a trigger. I won't disgrace myself by standing in front of a cowards projectile. Never shall I be lazy and use such tools of death. The love of pure killing incites me to rush in close, to enjoy the feel of skin quickly turned into dark colors. A barbarians music is self made, the sound crafted with skill, so all can hear my victim scream. Fists of combat must feel bones shatter, a barbaric crusader knows fairness is nonexistent. These things are but the lesser tools in my collection of consecrated items. I have blood; life that courses through me. Blood that maybe will provide the wine of love and hate, for a young one who has earned his intoxication by draining my divine delta. This drink must be sipped slowly, served fresh, quickly poured into goblets so that lips shall be warmed, painted to give a chill to those that abhor this rare lipstick. The true treasure that I have, is the smiles from Nemesis, my seductress. She smiles, pleased each time she hears the symphony of reverence delivered from the mouths of transgressors who do not obey the jurisprudence of her blessed disciples.

Up the ladder: missing time (revised)
Down the ladder: Happy 29. a little late

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.5
Weighted score: 5.4034123
Overall Rank: 3131
Posted: September 1, 2003 9:48 AM PDT; Last modified: September 1, 2003 9:48 AM PDT
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[9] http://mulberryfairy @ 216.195.144.91 | 1-Sep-03/11:38 AM | Reply
This is my favorite part: "The love of pure killing
incites me to rush
in close, to enjoy
the feel of skin
quickly turned
into dark colors. "
Nice, but could use a few apostrophes.

[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 69.19.182.186 > http://mulberryfairy | 1-Sep-03/11:55 AM | Reply
shall be mended in my original copy. i liked that part too, but im very happy with my -toe in water- with greek mythology.. i might get really heavy with it.

oh yeah jurisprudence is me new word of the day! hows me vocabulary improving? -wink-
[10] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 1-Sep-03/2:54 PM | Reply
A finely crafted poem.
[n/a] Y2kSlamPoet @ 66.81.149.146 > horus8 | 1-Sep-03/5:51 PM | Reply
It was a work of love. Btw, would you be able to offer a suggestion for my a title for "sparrow". Im just irritated with that title and cant figure out a something better.
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