Liars

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When all eyes 
Turn on you
Carrying reproach 
For you they do 
Like icicles , 
So cold , so sharp
They pierce your heart 
tear your soul apart
What will you do ?

Would you allow 
The cold hearted demons
To cast their evil eye 
Upon you 
Like poison that
slowly seeps 
Through the cracks 
In your fast 
shattering heart ?

Or would you hold your 
Head up high ; 
And follow a tradition, 
That still lives on 
Right from the time
Paradise housed its 
Two greatest sinners
Adam and Eve .
Would you lie ?

Would you defy 
What the demons do say
Against what they 
Saw you do 
Their eyes see everything
From everywhere
Nothing escapes their sight

But there are some
Who cast a blind eye 
To what certain
Humans do
For they are demons
In the flesh 
Who better to support
The fake seeds 
That you've sown
With the poison
That fills their veins

Let them possess you
Take control of your 
Mind and tongue 
For its assured 
That once a child 
Has begun to twist 
The truth , with nothing
But his tongue ;

His blood is 
No longer pure 
Its poisoned , 
Poisoned with no antidote 
To cure him 
And as he continues to 
Twist what shouldn't
Be twisted 
He will meet 
With another demon 

The demon who spreads
His dark black wings 
Far and wide 
To collect all those who 
Poison the world 
With their serpentine tongues

Those possessed by
The demons of lies 
Death takes these 
Children away
To greater place
Or say it says 
But who are you
To believe what 
Truth he warps 
And spits into your ears 

Their all lies .
Death is not 
A fun journey 
Where you can play all day
Carefree of your worries 
How could you believe 
What death said 
When all demons 
Were once angels ?

Those whose eyes
Glint a sparkly red
Your soul is impure 
Tainted by the black venom
That gushes through 
The devil's veins 
Those who lie 
Shall ultimately meet
The one whose black blood
Circulate in their bodies 

All liars , with shimmering eyes
Shall find refuge 
In the cold , sultry pits 
Of their forever home
With its icy spires 
And tall towers . 
All liars always 
Get invited to 
The hollow ball held
In the Paradise Lost
In Pandæmonium;
In Hell .

Hello everyone ... I honestly don't know if this is good material ...
I hope it is ! I really do !
Thank you for reading this poem .
Will update regularly is my school life permits!
Thank you all !
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