(To change the tone after all the feelz poems I dumped, here's one of my 3 AM crack creations. I felt like doing a random song parody for SPN, and this was the first song that came to mind, so I just kinda went with it. The original song has the same title and is by the band The Postal Service.)
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THIS PLACE IS A PRISON
This place is a prison
And these demons aren't your friends
Torturing souls, pursuing evil goals
And the tortured are put back
And broken again and again
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There's hounds guarding hell's gates
Armed with sharp teeth
And you may case the place
Just trying to make a grand escape
But you are not permitted to leave
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I know there's a big world out there
Like the one that I used to see
With my own brother just last night
But now I'm at perdition's mercy
And I know that I may be stuck here
But I ain't going down without a fight
Attempting to break free from this Gehenna
When my chances seem to be so slight
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What does it take to get away from this place?
What does it take, how long must I wait?
What does it take to get away from this place?
What does it take, how long must I wait?
How long must I wait...
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
