Dark Poetry #3 |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
Feral whispers call me, echoing in empty skull. Beckoning fiercely to me urging my screeching lies. hush Whisper death of humanity, sing the song of corruption. Play the game of malevolence, rolling dice of life, betting on saintly failure. quit In earth's swirling mass of slop, mankind's society ebbs. Cloaked in madness disguised as right, masked in hatred painted in light. quiet fueled by selfishness, guided by greed {demon's seed}, Camelot dreams shrouded by pedestrian schemes. Bohemian desires eeriely lit, by suburban housewife fires, and death's stench permiates, from crawlspace of wasted minds. futility Tomes of ostentatious rebellion, bound in popular garb, cries for change sounding the same, from lips stained with blood. Prophets of a new age, shrieking with manufactured ire. stop Feeding on the souls of the stupid, shouting defiance to the evil, which they, themselves, perpetuate. doomsayers of endworld, prophets not, yes - profiteers. Humanity, insanity, inanity. Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn. |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
can't believe no one responded to this its great! |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
This is an outstanding piece of work, one that I'll keep. Thank you. |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
adding to library |
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