http://slow.writerscafe.org/DemonicAngel The original writings of author Omri F.K en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776183246 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was once an angel     Bestowing healing and light Purging the earth With both flames and might  You Casted me from heavenDown into hell Tore my wings So here I shall dwell  I came to the surface Through fire and dirt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel/419417/ a cursed deal with the devil forces a man into hell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel/419416/ One night I saw an odd stranger riding into townhis dusty looks and ragged boots almost made me frownthe moon was full that night & many stars were shining trueand he looked at me and smiled "A wicked eveing to me & you" I didn't even smile back, only took out my tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel/419399/ on this dark tombstone, where I layengraved with the one thing I could sayoh saints and sinners, devil's playfor your souls even here I pray For wicked and cruel we areto achive something we go farrich and beggars must as wellpray or they will burn in hell Free and pris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel/419389/ For we are both brothersEnter the burning ringYour name is lone ChristAnd I am the forsaken king God has been giving birthTo an unholy blightMy name is Lord HelelOnce a bringer of light Some call me LuciferI'm a devil of sortsBringer of pestilenceD.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel/419341/ after being wounded, and had a fight with a good friend, I wrote this song. review at your own leisure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel/419263/ How even a memory can die http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel/419261/ buried under this ashes under all this ground and dirt I lay here gathering my devices for this dark and wicked plot Revenge I have plotted for years under this tomb now I am back and living like a baby from his mother womb I shall raise se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel/419259/ You could call me the teller, or godthe poet, or just anther cheatBut even tough your eyes are foggedYou can see there's no deceit I once wondered about the worldWhat is right and what is notI now understand, my friendThat we all deserve to rot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel/419258/ "smell of children, and I heard my name..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel/419242/