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Satanís Ice Cream Truck



Discordant noises and screeches of the damned
Jingle together like an Elfman score on crack.
First brooding and dark, then sickly sweet
The song of an angel during a heart attack.

Departing from the corner of Rot and Sin
And following a regular route
It offers heartache and poison and soul decay
Disguised as cream, sugar and fruit.

Slinking through your neighborhood on a hot summer day
With promises of chilled seduction,
Your children are begging for quarters and dimes
To purchase a taste of corruption.

You hear its darkly melancholic jaunt
As a whisper in the back of your brain
It rounds the corner onto your street
And begins its madhouse reel once again.

With numb fingers and soul, you proffer your cash
While bargaining for treats from its stores.
The man smiles a smile that never touches his eyes
While opening the frost-rimed freezer doors.

He withdraws something that wriggles on its stick
Beneath a wrapper of seeming purity.
Handing it to you with a grin and a wink
Your soulís protest fades to obscurity.

You gobble and lick with sexual abandon
The morsel of carnal delight
Ignoring the maggots and spiritual death
Temptation covering the blight.

Having sold your soul for a moments respite
From the heat of day to day living
You only hope lies in the Grace of a God
Whom you can hope is truly forgiving.

So guard your soul well, and that of your kin
When you hear the siren song of the damned.
For Satan can only fool you with your consent
Those with Faith can never be scammed.




Poetry by Reilley
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Written on 2009-02-26 at 13:44

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A perfect Lententide sermon in rhyme.

(...Now, where did I put my sackcloth?...)
2009-02-26


Purple Phoenix
You sick excellent twisted person! Haha.. being a huge horror buff I loved this! Wow!
2009-02-26