Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
Soulforged
Devil take me now
Throw me to the pit
Let me lust for battle
For I was born for it
Give me not redemption
But let me wear my sin
As I feast upon my fellows
With a chortle and a grin
I will wear them proudly
The errors of my ways
An angel may ask mercy
But a demon never prays
I swear I’ll never falter
Never hestitate or slack
Lead me not to salvation
Let me fall into the black
Let the gates sit open
For heaven it can wait
I’ll not envy paradise
Over my own chosen fate
Sentence me to hellfire
I need no judge or jury
Forge me as your sword
Let me embody fury
Neither grace nor glory
Can satiate my greed
Take me now, my Devil
For Hell has all I need
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