Challenge
If hell exists, what is it like?
Write a poem, describing what you think hell is like. Please tag me to alert me to your entry. (Mass tagging will result in disqualification.)
A Pound of Flesh
warm my fire with brimstone
let the sweet scent of sulfur flavor my blood
claim your pound of flesh
first come first serve
reserve my heart for the host
its only proper
let my screams be the soundtrack to dinner
so remember to tear out my throat last
sink your fangs into my meaty apendages
I reccomend my thigh for the juiciest cut
pick your teeth with my bones
but don't forget to suck out my marrow
I'm told its the best part
and tomorrow?
lets try something different
I'm sure i'd make a lovely stew
or casserole
stuffed lasanga
flesh pasta, fatty cheese and meat
in a bubbling red sauce
yum!
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