HOTTER THAN HELL

Hotter Than Hell

 

 

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

 

THE DEAD GAME

A WITCH’S BREW

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A WITCH’S BREW

 

Our paradise is lost,

Never to return again.

To the winds, we are tossed,

Peace to be replaced by pain.

 

Like a cold witch’s brew,

An Oasis for all.

Now a hell for the few,

Who remain to tell all.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

 

A Darkness To My Soul

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A Darkness To My Soul

 

The black abyss grabs hold,

Taking me to its soul.

Reflections of hell and beyond,

Pushing me deep and far.

Away from the light of day,

I have no need to pray.

Take me to the bottom,

Where no human has tread.

Away from humanity and light,

I have made my dark bed.

CREATURE OF THE NIGHT

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A creature of the night.

Who walks in the moonlight.

Searching for innocent ones.

Who will serve his purpose?

Don’t play his games.

Don’t be fooled.

By his beautiful shell.

For inside he’s empty.

Without a soul.

Without a heart.

THE DEAD GAME

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TOMBSTONES MOVING

 

 

I see tombstones moving,

Winds blowing,

Grass ruffling.

The Dead wait for darkness.

The streets of town they walk.

Innocent victims they will find.

The games are about to begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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DEATH TO OPTIMUM

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My whole Sunday has passed in torment and hell.

I waited for Optimum to ring the bell.

I’ve been in hell for a week already.

This is not me being mean or petty.

No phone or internet for a week.

I’ve been so upset I couldn’t sleep.

Many hours later, I heard the news.

No one was coming to relieve my blues.

They might return Tuesday or maybe not.

Who needs the internet on days so hot?

“Death to Optimum,” I say.

Time is past for them to pay.

Blood will fall if they don’t fix their mistakes.

I can see a few heads sitting on stakes.

 

 

DEATH COMES TO TOWN

I look out the window and what do I see? A storm growing in force and coming for me. Death comes to town. It has its own name. The one that I know is called The Dead Game. THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

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I gaze from my window

and what do I see?

A storm growing in force

and coming for me.

Death comes to town.

It has its own name.

The one that I know

is called The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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