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Sarah Bell, 8 july 2013

Hell

Deep down in the fiery pits of hell
war has started if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devils throne.

He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red hot flames are prancing,
as the devil starts dancing,
he’s scorching each man’s bones.

Seeing darkness when you look in his eyes,
collecting cruel spirits each time one dies.
High above the dark angels now flying,
all the damned begin crying,
in one piercing echoing moan.

S.A.B. 2002

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Sarah Bell, 22 april 2012

Poisonous Lullabies

I only know of lullabies
addressed to my soul
drip beautifully down
from your perfect lips
washing away my fears.

If you only knew all the
things you said to me
were poisoning my mind
sure not of the truth anymore
to many feelings colliding
swirling around my head.

I know you've stolen
many pieces of me away
selfishly for you
meanwhile i have not
the pleasure of being one.

Trust that i, foolishly
handed over to some degree
forever is gone now
til God himself erases
away all the emptiness
that the loss of you
has caused in me.

If you only knew
how i felt my love
thought you were a gift
sent from God himself
fate intervening from above.

Written 03/11 S.A.B.

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Sarah Bell, 22 april 2012

Never-ending Dandelions

A dandelion
is a weed
looking harmless
even beautiful.
Still a weed
overtaking the grass
choking out
all other life.
Memories of You
are Dandelions
spreading rapidly
overpowering my mind.
Taking root in all
facets of my brain
weeding my garden always
with every breath I take
you still live in me.
When I see dandelions
I think of you and
how deeply rooted
you are in me.

Written 2011 S.A.B.

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Sarah Bell, 20 april 2012

Did I

Did I ever tell you
how much I really care?
Did I ever thank you
for always being there?
Did I ever tell you
you’re an angel in disguise?
Did I ever thank you
for a shoulder when I cry?
Did I ever tell you
what you mean to me?
Did I ever thank you
you’re as loving as can be?
Did I ever tell you
you’re a great friend too?
Did I ever thank you
for just being you?

Written By S.A.B. 1998

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Sarah Bell, 19 april 2012

Reality

In my dreams as I sleep
evil of the world begins to creep
slowly in my mind I see
horrid images confronting me.

Death, torture, rape, and lies
crime, drugs, murder, alibis
so much pain, made me sick
how one could do any of it.

Not understanding the violence
why everyone sits in silence
no one willing to fight
standing up for what’s right.

Millions dying everyday
how do we live this way?
A world with so much hate
how’d we get to this state?

Couldn’t take more, let out a scream
waking me from my horrid dream
opened my eyes, astonished to see
nothing changed in front of me.

This hate, pain, and brutality
was all in our reality.

Written 2001 S.A.B.