MonoMania by A. Paige White He draws our demons Penciling that empty stare Hands steady shaking He draws our demons Lurking darkly, drawing near It’s His glowing that they fear He draws our demons They reproach our midnight hour The bridegroom cometh. Image loading 10/10/2006 Author's Note: Art in progress. A refrigerator magnet just won't do. The mark on each cheek (if a pig snouted dog eared thing has cheeks) are rips and wounds. Angels are on assignment! Thank you Jesus. Well, Mr. Comment Number #2, tell me what you really think of the title then, lol, and don't hold back..., and I suppose you've thought of a better one? You really zapped me good on my lunch hour, love. Twice. Immortal? I'd not even thought about it like that! I'm glad these creatures are contained for eternity by the finished work of Jesus! Yuck Nasty Alas, comment #2 isn't (or is too, really not sure which is correct) pathetic enough for this community culture, sigh, and was kicked out of the site. Posted on 10/11/2006 Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 10/12/06 at 08:46 AM Interesting this can be read so many ways....almost reminds of revelations in a scary way. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)