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Holy Rapture
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Holy Rapture |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
When I was designed... my maker dined on fine wine. Born angry in the West, but in my city...the sun doesn’t set. The horror doesn’t end! The Holy never bend! sell souls to the devil, expand and collect the dividends whether or not you like me, you got to admit I can rhyme, 'poetry' Yo, try an envision being born in an instant Two babies born screaming, vibrating the sound spectrum with innocence. Load the last stage. Erode the shore! Be afraid of the black plague and anyone called "savior" War produces morbid intentions and cries from the sight of intestines Cherished every moment spent with you. closed the casket standing right next to you. My bro died, so I saluted the army. poured out some beer and cried passionately the way I write is a new form of calligraphy, a form more powerful then Ancient Mythology In the hurt locker, I feel lost daily, like the homeless when bush cut social security Born to a world with icy shores, where the devil shivers on the street, poor. where the older gods fought frantically against Trojan knights The crimson sunset...a divine embrace like war on roman nights around the birthplace of Christ. The sight of thee frightens me. like "in Judea when they took the Pagan's advice" I make scientists cry with biblical rhymes and feel cursed cause of the lies from the church Jesus doesn’t live inside me...I live outside him! Thoughts of every Muslim making bombs in a land of make believe, the explosions tore me apart Just want to leave this world like one of the humans of Noah's ark Pray for an escape plan, long footprints on Arabian sands Hell ain't cold. Fighting for the cross... Best believe Hell is where the soul is lost I just want to survive the night. Don’t understand why we fight. I'm puzzled, like the six sides of a rubix Explosions from the double helix. depression so deep, no one should feel this! Armed to the teeth, a warm breathe to breath Never needed to read a cannon's Manuel! Breed streets in veins with knowledge of a prison's cell absolute power, enemies cower a prisoner locked for eternity inside a medieval tower A knife, a chest, Iron chains of conquest. An intention of the devil is my mind set. Demonic forces and Battle scars are where my torture is kept ultrasonic screams endorse images that'll rattle even the bizarre So screw school, I lived life on the street, hired a substitute student, argued the golden rule, strapped the heat and made a shade's movement absent! - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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Yoinn Senior Member
since 2007-08-16
Posts 649Michigan |
I enjoyed this piece Def-nit. Has a nice flow, sorta "Rage Against The Machine" like. I like reading some writing by some younger poets here in the forums. Keep up the good work. Some small advice. Watch your random capitals, and also periods, commas and the like. thanks Yoin |
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