evil
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Look at the world that we live in-
is society proud of our deeds?
Children are carrying weapons,
not contemplating hate bleeds.
You are a doctor who is a murdering psychopath.You hate certain people and they suffer your wrath.When a patient is racist, you think it gives you the right to kill her or him.
Où se trouvent ces crapauds
Qui crachent sur notre tête ?
Où sont-ils, ces sales bêtes
As a Chorus of Angels, May you rest in PeaceThe Almighty God will render you JusticeHe will welcome you all in His KingdomWhere there is more Liberty and Freedom.
Those who decide to come forth shall heed this warning.
Apples are the spawn of evil.
Though its taste may be sweet, and its crunch may be enlightening to the ears, please do not be fooled.
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if you have stayed
longer than expected
you are one among many
for all acquaintances
grown attached
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if you’ve seen my light
im a demon
im hell on wheels
people run and scream
when i ride into town
i cause caos
because thats all i know
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Sometimes
The most painful reckoning
Is to stare in the eyes of the sinner
And watch them smile and pretend
As if they've never burned you
In the year 2020, we thought it was going to be the year that we need to live in harmony but turns out to be a phony. People die, my life a lie, made me realize, I need to open my eyes and rise to face the challenges insight.
*WHY* _I HAD_ *TO* _PONDER_
_Wandering exploring to discovery transportation, heading deep into the future_ .
I have learned that Adolf Hitler has survived.He's in suspended animation and will be revived.Hitler will be released from suspended animation.His evil and horrible plan will be world domination.
Driven by the moon
Though I'm sustained by the sun
I find some refuge in believing
God will hold me when I'm done
Manic by nature, recurring on paper
Therapists lose hope, increasing the dope
Drugs flowing free, needles, pills, killing spree
Blood Spackle the walls, as heroes continue their falls
They are always there
Even when i can't see them
I can sense them.
Creeping around the outskirts of my conscience
Venom seeping from their lips
You sink into my mind
you play a game, no rules
i hear their whispers
they are coming
i can feel my blood boiling
don't you know i've been waiting
turn off the lights
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At times
Certain moments
My blood boils at the very mention of your name
Does it make sense how easily you drive me insane
All I think is wrapping my hands around your throat
Medusa was an ugly girl,
Or so the stories told.
Her looks might not have been ideal,
But she had a heart of gold.
There once was a queen
Who was very mean
Amara was her name
Tricks were her game
Her tricks were sly
And she could fly
She was above the rest
For no one good best her
Down the rivers, waterfalls, lakes, streams, creeks
The waters should be wary of the company that comes close to its mud rich borders
Listen close, not to the woods that gives you its greetings
It doesn’t matter if there’s tears
All you care about is her
We lie around and wait
while your having the time of your life
I wanna leave but I can’t
your all I got
why am I not enough
Lightening and thundering in the heavens. Aves scatter about in the darkening skies, in search of refuge. It will rain and the birds foot shall not touch water. The rivers soon to go into unrest.
I am not evil
When you looked away for two minutes, I am still the same person I was 2 minutes ago.
You're my sadness,
Also my happiness
You're my lover,
Also my enemy
You're my laughters,
This world today is a tangled mess of opinions and hate and opinions and wait. Stepping outside is like stepping into a court room except both sides of the room are calling me guilty.
3 years ago, i was sitting in a quiet classroom, in a new building, with unfamiliar faces surrounding me
From the Heavens, You Have Fallen
Were you leaping across growing mountains?
Or swimming in the cytoplasm of a cell?
Perhaps you were drinking from the milky way.
From the heavens, you fell,
God hired angels
To write some books
Those books
Were called life
The angels have to
Choosing our destiny
Arranging our fates
Erasing our dumb choices
When I ponder about life's existence,
I have patience rather than vanity
In the American experience-
USA, with gloat, loses sanity;
Grasping this entire world of disorder,
Cover my eyes so I may see no Evil,Cover my eyes so I may not see you.But your Love keeps me tied to you like some unwanted tether,A Golden Lasso of something I no longer wish to have.
Money is a necsessary eveil they say
it is a means to live
a means to survive.
But it tears us all apart,
turning us into work crazed machines
that are at eachothers throats over what?
What do you see when looking at me from afar?
Staring at me with those stones in your eye sockets.
The lava pours over the top and out my ears.
I’ve been face to face with the Devil.
I have braved darkness, deep and shallows.
Above and beneath the bowls.
O! The howls!
I came a long way on this hell road, with my eyes closed,
Upon the lovely,
of America’s golden plains,
her monuments of past era,
made of steel and glass,
tempered with the fires of hope;
cast cold shadows
over astonishing rage of times.
The darkness set upon the town,
And cold engulfed the lonely streets.
No trace of humans left around
For they were sleeping 'neath their sheets.
So unaware about the danger
Standing lone, in this world turn dark- Looking round, seeing no way out. Realizing life, has been cloaked with doubt.
Those you called friends, no longer seem real. Thoughts in your mind, now surreal.
A scourge of white rats
Foul, diseased
Intent on destroying everything in their path
And the Pied Piper that leads them plays songs of evil
They have been waiting...
Watching.
For years
The horn calls
The sky falls
The wind blows
With the sun aglow
The soldiers toiled in their plight
The bird on the trees took head and took flight
Violence for ages, sun up till sundown
Maybe I want to be evil (the real princesses’ story)
They all see me
So perfect, so prissy
But mommy I'm evil
Don't you forget it
a red feather
soars through december air
eyes searching
and a red nose
lights sparkle beneath
as towns
as cities
eyes caught
at a window
a child
Once upon a time, I was a princess
I was a beauty who lived in a castle;
I sang with the birds, spoke gracious words,
But all the while found my stigma a hassle
There was a prince I was supposed to love,
Cinderella, a wench,
slopped her way into the castle.
“I’m cleaning,” she’d say
though the words were a lie.
She listened and learned,
Anger is a roaring lion hunting for its prey
Deadly as an attacking Black Widow's bite
Soaking up all emotions of joy
Ripping apart strong friendships and,
Leaving a trail, darkness and destruction.
Once upon a time, love was pure
And the bounding of two lovers overfilled the world
They sat and wished to the Gods that a baby would become
But later down the road after their wish came true
Who is the true villain of the story?
Is it the one whoes only thrill,
Lies in those whom they kill?
Or is "villain" simply a category?
Do you ever take time to hear their screams?
Who is the true villain of the story?
Is it the one whoes only thrill,
Lies in those whom they kill?
Or is "villain" simply a category?
Do you ever take time to hear their screams?
He was always a sucker for a pretty face
They're always a sucker for a pretty face
He took me to a place and fed me full
of liquor and drugs
He watched as I got sick on myself
He got me a glass of water
To keep ourselves from going mad, we tell ourselves little lies.
"He didn't mean it in that way, it was an accident, it's my fault, he didn't know what he was doing".
In a mall , some big meeting going on, stretched out into multiple rooms, an important person takes their life. Major chaos ensues, fire bombs are thrown into all rooms killing pedestrians.
We worship You
The white walls, with marble pillars.
These alters we construct on our school grounds.
We have sacrificed our kids to be Your gladiators.
And you shower us with blessings.
YOU HAVE DONE TOO MUCH
I WISH I CAN FEEL YOU WITH MY TOUCH
SO I CAN BEAT YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS
SO I CAN MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND
ALL THE BAD THINGS YOU HAVE PUT ME IN
MAN I HOPE YOU ARE LISTENING
When I close my eyes all I see is darkness,
then I open my eyes all is see is light.
So, I crawled beneath my bed
What has become of this wretched world?
Spiteful jealously, countless wars,
Muderous hate killing innocent love
Many crimes taken out by two-faced criminals
The world, driven to destruction and chaos
I'm really not a good person,
Not a good will kinda gal.
Around the masses my attitude tends to worsen,
But I still make a good pal.
Maybe I'm dark and sarcastic,
Perhaps I'm too quiet or loud?
It's mean when people make money from miseryIt's mean when people make money from my miseryIt's mean when people make money from your miseryIt's mean when peopl
I see
Snow stick to the hard, brittle grass
Twinkling lights reflect off car windows
Little boys and girls playing with their toys
Cookies stacked on a table set for many people
They Come.Flapping their feathered wings.Mocking me in their bizarre language of squawks and gibberishCircling like vultures above unsuspecting vesselsSearching for scraps. If one brings out food on a boat, They Come. They Come in their vast numbe
Fear's child. you only know the terrifying gripping fear
Pain's child. the deep and winding scars are your identity
Hate's child. the red hot anger is what makes you feel complete
NOTE: Inspired by/taken from quotes of modern, pop-culture villains.
If you think you’re safe, you’re wrong
(an ant has no quarrel with a boot).
I will burn you, I will burn the heart out of you;
Broken wings
Shattered piece of mind
Trapped on Earth
Unending time
No way back
No way home
Surrounded by evil
No place to roam
Good is evil
And evil is here
Life is a journey through the woods
And I’m stuck in a bitter-sweet loop
Many times, I’ve sworn I’ll change, but
Corruption, Corruption everywhere
Want to know more, just ask the Blairs
Not in power anymore, still alot to answer for.
IRAQ WAR !
I've got the scars on my heart to prove my pain
After this I will never be the same
You say I only have me to blame
But you, the liar, should feel ashamed
I've got scars on my heart to to show why I cry
How to avoid getting burned
If the flames feel so good
From righteousness I have turned
Eating the forbidden fruit
Immortality is my wish
"You Motherfucker"
She said as she let the darkness within her
That she suppressed and kept hidden for
so long, awaken.
Rendering him powerless
with every word she spoke.
Here in the garden, kaleidoscopic.
Here where I took and ate, saccharine.
Here she was born.
Let me go
Please stop it.
My veins crepuscule.
Eyes dark
Lips dark
A blanket of time
covers our eyes.
Fire rains down from the sky
and water grows from salt.
We have shifted.
Fallen. Fast and deep into
nothing
save for imaginary realities.
Gen’rally, as pirates go
There’s something that you ought to know
If you’re looking for some friendly sands,
Don’t winter down at Ireland
There’s a Scottish Scourge, by name MacCaddock
The shadows of horsemen on leather steeds draw near; With the sounds of gallops in the heavy thick fog; These faceless reins have come to ride you into an unknown fear; Out in the distance, cries and screams fade away; There is no noise to hear, b
I make violence look good.
I wonder who's more evil.
Shall I say I'm the queen of death?
My heart has barb wire around it.
Your life was just a blank canvas until I made art out of it.
You're a devil. You're a menace.
No more love for you is your penance.
You're irrational. You're belligerent.
How stupid was I to think you were different?
Every memory fading,
One by one.
Every bridge burning,
One by one.
I took every breath,
One by one.
I will never be free from this hate.
White wings, golden paths to evil
Love extricated from retrieval
Hearts of boilng ice, frozen fire
Pink,
Fluffy,
Swirled world.
What shall we call this,
This creation?
A sunset.
It's wonderful,
Some could say,
Perfect.
Far from it dear,
People always wonder why the greatest & most loved people leave us. We are all flowers in a beautiful a garden. Some of us more beautiful than others, whether it be because of our actions, or simply our hearts of gold.
To have,
Two halves of a family,
Things can become as torn as they are worded.
Through longing and disappointment,
I would never want any of them to be unhappy.
Through the half that makes me feel at home,
"The old Fussbudget has croaked,"
cooed the Advisor heavily cloaked.
At once feel the eclipse of mind;
a cleft between chaos and truth starts to unwind.
No disavowal of Death's abrasive touch
You know my name and claim to know my soul,
That wickedness shows plainly in the face,
Yet wicked parts do not comprise a whole.
There’re secrets hidden in the empty space.
Is it indeed the contents of a heart,
A fear that cannot be tamed
An evil that cannot be forsaken
A scream that cannot be heard
These are the demons
Who haunt us every day
Who taunt the sanctity of salvation
Life and its troubles are changing
with each passing day
the world’s Pain is severe and unending
and can lead the strongest-willed astray
But a bigger part of the soul,
My mind is suspended in a void where light and dark are too crude a concept to bear. My dreams are vivid depictions of candles and circles of mortals who chant my name. I stand without form before them, reaching out to cut their throats.
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE GREATEST
PEOPLE THOUGHT YOU WERE THE FAKIEST
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE POWERLESS
COWARD LESS
BRAVE NESS
YOUR CHEST FEELS LIKE ITS ABOUT TO CAVE IN
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE PRETTIEST
THE...
Snickety diddle I am I am I am the devil
I dig ditch-deep drilling holes in souls
They say I'm sour but this simply isn't true
I'm sweeter than sugar from the cane
I plant cavities in their hearts
My eyes.
My evil eyes.
The eyes of a liar,
a murderer,
a thief.
They only perceive pain,
sadness,
hatred.
Why won't they see the happiness that occurs daily?
Because my eyes,
Confidently unthinking I walked into the shadows
I thought I was Lolita, hardly, really I was callow
Fear is a source of vengenance
Powering all to ingnite in its glory
We are weak and fall frail
We allow this to overcome our thoughts
Making us into something we never even imagined.
I remember flicking my bedroom light off and dashing to my bed for cover.
You see, there was this monster under my bed, but he could only get me in the dark.
And the means of safety was laying in my bed.
Lazy days and dogs that won't stir,
I hope you're happy
I hope that you're
Sincerly relaxed and seriously invested
In the ethical victories over those you've bested.
There’s something in my eye,
It just makes me want to cry,
Something’s in this country,
Make me wish I was blind.
Death wants to rule us,
Despair wants end us,
Evil wants to distract us,
There's a monster.
It doesn't live under my bed,
Or make the floorboards creak at night.
It doesn't tap at the window,
Or make eerie sounds.
It doesn't cast shadows on the wall,
Or grope at my throat.
Oh Mistress of Evil, why are you so wicked?Why is your heart like a stone?Does your quest for evil make you happy?Why does the suffering of others please you?
Fairies,
Flying high,
Twinkling, twirling, and teasing.
These tricksters know what they’re doing
They like to fool you
And they will.
Laughing as you give them what they want,
They Come at Dawn
Groaning, screeching, yelling
They jolt the boards
Clawing like savage beasts
They Come at Dawn
Groaning, screeching, yelling
They jolt the boards
Clawing like savage beasts
The swirling winds that-
twist the midnight sky.
The stars luminesce the
night. Like angels-
descending from above,
defending the holy town
from the shadows of
evil that lurk.
violent lashes result from smokeless actions,
he was attracted to the sight of pain with the haymakers
you rain to reign through fear, you care less who's
I have been given the power to change.
To change anything I want.
The word itself summons up clever ideas, yet it is simply harder to choose only one thing to change.
A savage beast it is,
Crawling through the darkest realms
This heart is an abyss,
Disguised by rotting, barren elms
Tear through broken glass,
You've nothing to behold
If I could change one thing
What would it be?
I’d have to change everything
I knew that was the key
Turn. Look my way.
“Oh what an angel!” she exclaims
And how wonderful it is
That our paths have crossed today.
I quickly entice her
With my sweet voice wobbling delicately.
In the blackest of the night, It glides through the overgrown grassand threw the sewers under the city streets.It swallows the minds of innocents.It rips into the lost souls.
The incident happened, but nothing remains
The silent night riddles with mystery
Leaves blowing following unknown paths
only to later settle in the wet murky puddle left behind by the rain
There once was a world that was darkBut in one girl there was a small light.This girl was able to leave a mark
How does he construe these thoughts
that make him act in heinous ways
Ways that few would dare to dream
for the fear of dark reality
How does he acquire his weapons
of greif and pain and evil
I am a character in a story of my own
I’ve at long length known what I was written to say
That I am the villain, I’ve always known
For so long I’ve obediently done what was shown
Black atmosphere, purple park on fire
my flesh desired
Black spiked hair with a bruised face
stepping, grass crunching, heart race
Did you come across the weary hunter?
Seemingly harmless hungers in silence.
But just who is this weary hunter?
Unsatisfied, unstoppable, and intangible
Her bloodshot eyes closed for good. In her final moments she let out one more helpless whimper, to say goodbye to a world that made her life complete, but also to curse the wicked that ruined it.
Walking the halls
Is harder than you think
Losing friends
Can happen in a blink
Having stress
And feeling depressed
Are all the things
I'm trying to express
This poem is an insight on the compromise of society's morals, and how we are rapidly discouraging the exploration of spirituality while encouraging materialism.
Plastic brains are statistic,
Every dog will have his day
At least that is what they say
But this often isn't true
Those most deserving are neglected what they are due
No good deed goes unrewarded
I come to school ready to learn wishing this day could be adjourned,
I'm tired from the day before, a long workout which left me sore.
My teacher is here, why not a sub? She aggravates us all, treats us like scrubs.
Creeping from the depths of its evil thrown,
A disease, uncontrolled,
Leaving its victims all alone,
Never sleeping,
Hears the weeping,
Of those he mangles in a dark unknown.
In Evils Reign
In the darkest hour,
Evil peers from his tower,
Looking for his prey
That he will conquer today.
His breath stinks of sour
Souls that he will devour,
A faceless demon made
Sly glittering eyes
Feathers all around
More cunning than wise
Being without sound
Hunter in disguise
Blue fire eternal
My inner demons are dark and vast,
Some live in the present, some in the past.
You can only hide them for so long,
But they always peak their head,
From the trapped doors in my memories,
Like a high tide,I drown in you.You suffocate me.I can't escape your grip.I begand pleadfor the painto terminate.For the humilationto vanish.And you show meno mercy.
You can catch a fellow on his phone
But you can't catch the glares and our outspoken growns
Your forehead wrinkles represent a roaring see
The most annoying roar that tortures me.
In the beginning
this land was calm and peacful.
Harmoniously
it co-existed
with the world surrounding it.
Neighboring lands though,
tainted by evil,
began invading our own;
I'm completely amazed
I mean how could i forget your warm touch, your deep enchanting gaze
How we would would talk for hours and never get tired
The way we were meant for each other
Like we were wired
Things come and change
The Darkness will comfort you
Do not fret
Do not cry
All you have to do is call one guy.
Speak of the Devil,
And the Devil shall appear.
ahead was two paths,
'the path of good and evil' as they say,
but my choice was not that simple,
to live in misery with a soul and be in pain daily,
or to live without a soul and feel no pain,
People living, people dying
People working, people twerking
People love the way you lie
Hot dog, baseball, apple pie
Cell phone, iPhone, 3-4G
Late lonely nights I wander aimlessly in the thick, suffocating darkness that dances in envy around the glistening liquid moonlight
"We are human,
therefore we are vile,
disgusting creatures.
We are human,
We hate,
We kill,
and slander for
Ridiculous causes.
We are human,
Self-absorbed, and
There was something in the mirror,
When I looked into it today,
Something else in the mirror,
What it was, I shouldn't say.
I only caught a glimpse of it
As I was passing by,
Sinner are lairs who sweetly
Roll a golden red apple into the world.
Like bombs they go off boom boom
She stares in darkness
her smile twisted
her eyes blackened
Who is this demon?
Tears of blood fall
she screams in pain
oh God, my sweet God
Where are you now?
Kiss my stained lips
Here me here me ole trouble one
Thrill and passion is what you desire,
And your wants unquenchable as fire.
Allow me to give you what you seek
For it is from your heart I do speak.
Bring out the blades, we're ready to go
in the night, in the day, in the storm
the enemy is all around, his darkness masked as light
you'll see him only if you look,
just like the Father, bright
People have intentions that are not always bright.
They make bad decisions that never turn out right.
People do not share what they truly feel within,
But deep inside their mind awaits their evil sin.
War is declared
On all of you, who hurt
Others; leaving none spared.
You seem to use all effort
To leave them despaired
And, lacking comfort.
I am alive in my room
Where there are two windows
One right, one left
The right one is painted white, layered with curtains of daffodils
The left window is clean and clear, framed in black porcelain
What will we do on this darkest day,
When the world just looks then turns away?
Will we cry out in anger or cower in fear?
Will we forsake the ones we hold most dear?
I am a monster.
A menace to all who know me.
I am viewed not only as a danger to others but also to myself.
I am selfish and selfless.
Evil and protective.
I am passionate and cold.
Dark is my soul.
Cold is my heart.
I built up these walls to shut everyone out.
Not for myself, but for everyone else.
I’ve done terrible things in the past,
And more will be done, I am sure,
We're so tired of this world and all its' evil,
Tired of the horrible and fake people
Tired of the murder, the lies, and all the pain,
Tired of the bullying, the cheating, the earthly ways
What if the harmony of saints and sinners /
Broke in moments o’er passing of bread? /
Temporal and shallow, this generation envisage /
Martyrdom, not white but red /
There is a monster that inhabits the Earth.
It started out alone but began to multiply.
It is not gruesome in appearance
But seems to inhabit a different shape with each multiplication.
Government—take to court the injustices all about;
Find not a solution, so at thy enemies flout:
With thy sovereign voice shout down the other man
And send to war the Poor, the slaves from your clan;
This is the poem that creeps
in the shadows of your mind
that holds back its tears
because it sees what you see
because it sees what you don't
