Check out my new poem

Sins N' Desire in Vain

There was smoke in the streets
Of the bonfires
Sex were the people desires

That night was a celebration of heresy
In the corners the bitches reigned
Having orgasm but with sarcasm
Just to make pleasure

A pedophile "working"
In that dark night
Was caught

Just the death and the hangman
was waiting for him
In the inquisition
Die, maybe is his last mission

He just wished
Never committed that sin in vain
In his face predominate the pain
The commandments were broken
By that noble criminal
The door of his cell was open
To that stupid animal

It's not a surprise
The fact that he violate hookers and virgins
Because he is ugly and cleft
And before the day of his death
He had a nightmare
Which looks like dream
Where shit happens
But tastes like ice cream
A little bald angel with two horns
(Maybe that happens because of the Norns)
Appeared there
And speech to him
With words which rhyme
"YOU GOT TO KILL!
NOW TAKE THIS BILL!"
He received too, one sword
People call it sorrow
Because who look at it
Always became choked
And puke blood
Like said the witches
Which were burned

Before that noble animal died
Was ressurected
By the hands of that angel
That betrayed God
But didn't take the rod

When he raised again
He taked his sword and his bill in vain
And bill had written there
KILL!

The river turned red
Of blood
And the forest whispered death
Impaled in the wood

One civil survied
He got watch his tone
He got to close his eyes
For him don't dies
He can't clap his hands
He can't run
He can't go to light of the sun
For the new beast don't see him
He got to drag himself forest
He got to take rest

Now he woke up
He got to be sneaky if he don't want to fuck up

WATCH OUT!
The beast is there!
Too late you are now a dead...

I am inspired a little bit in Cradle of Filth, it's not my custom write gothic or black metal poetry but I felt I had to do it, so I did...