The Eclectic Pen - The Birthing (Horror Poetry)


By: Matt K. (Moforious)   + 11 more  
Date Submitted: 10/20/2007
Last Updated: 10/20/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 168
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  putrid fluids seep from her wounds
stench of pus and rot powerfully exudes
held captive suspeneded by chains
a pregnant woman, slave of the deranged

hooded figures chant in candlelight
burning bones of rapists to summon demon might
flogging their hanging captive, eleciting screams
her pain part of ritual, that the leader glimpsed in dreams

the child within her, destined for great things
so they prepare its coming the coming of their king
for months she has suffered now nearly ripe
just waiting for the full moons ghastly light

the time is here the ninth month is at hand
in circle gathered, one at each point of the pentagram
their chants begin, and he steps forth
to slit her throat releasing blood in thick red froth

quick slice of the blade, her womb laid open
into the gore the seal is broken
raising the child, into the air
they begin to feed it blood, gently with care

unholy suckling, now complete
he is born, the opposite, a slap to Gods cheek
in secret they will raise Him, awaiting the day
when to power He will rise, and all mankind enslave








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Aprille T. - 11/6/2007 10:55 AM ET
This is not poetry. This comes from the mind of a very sick individual. My suggestion is seek help and seek GOD.
Matt K. (Moforious) - 11/8/2007 4:38 AM ET
Thanks Aprille. That really means a lot to me. And haven't you heard? God is dead. long live Mofo.
Rebecca R. (snakesonacracker) - 1/30/2008 12:10 AM ET
Holy shit...
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