Poetry competition CLOSED 26th February 2018 10:52pm
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runaway-mindtrain
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Mrs Evil Mr hate
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The Baba'lon working
Twilight language in latter tongue fire
The Trinity H-bomb brings the evil sight
Infusing the demon child with dark pyre
Black kabballistic force of atomic light,
So they make themselves as pestilence
Their black magic night burns end to end
No victor or vanquished in precedence
Mind's eye blind, the heart never sinned,
A Sanhedrin temple of the Holy Spirit
Silver Sirius burns a hole in the block
The boundary of the solar heliospheric
All communication then abruptly stops,
Liber 49 spoke with Thelemic sources
Spelling Aeon of Horus by ancient rite
An old turn key to the infernal forces
Perdition's door so to block the light,
Greek fire with burnt hearted intention
Hebraic golem child of the anti-Christ
A hole in spacetime ripping 6 dimensions
Parson's wicked wind blown zeitgeist.
The song of nine planets to nine houses
Plays nine strings on the celestial guitar
Elemental thoughts are singing the chorus
Their harmony ringing across the stars,
Night walk through their black pilgrimage
An astral soul line to the city Chorazin
In their bloody writ gave oath to the abyss
So that modern time should never begin.
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Fall From Grace
Dear Jimmy I hope you’re doing well,
But after all these years,
After all those tears you shed on television,
I still haven’t forgotten how you once fell.
Oh how when mighty fall from grace,
Your face was plastered all over the news,
My views and opinions suddenly changed,
You were a man caught up in a ruse,
I once looked up to you but I couldn’t understand,
How a man in your position could do such things,
Then again I was young so I didn’t comprehend,
How skeletons can sometimes pull the strings.
Oh Jimmy, that famous swagger staggered,
Oh how from the pulpit you cried for your sins,
Asking for forgiveness to be forgotten,
Yet got caught again, so were you really cleansed?
It’s been decades since these transgressions,
Yet the images of you are of a tearful man,
Tell me Jimmy, have you been ever good since,
Or was all this part of God’s master plan?
Of course you’ve been forgiven Jimmy,
Though you lied you kept a serious face,
So how will you be remembered?
A man of faith who twice fell from grace.
Dear Jimmy I hope you’re doing well,
But after all these years,
After all those tears you shed on television,
I still haven’t forgotten how you once fell.
Oh how when mighty fall from grace,
Your face was plastered all over the news,
My views and opinions suddenly changed,
You were a man caught up in a ruse,
I once looked up to you but I couldn’t understand,
How a man in your position could do such things,
Then again I was young so I didn’t comprehend,
How skeletons can sometimes pull the strings.
Oh Jimmy, that famous swagger staggered,
Oh how from the pulpit you cried for your sins,
Asking for forgiveness to be forgotten,
Yet got caught again, so were you really cleansed?
It’s been decades since these transgressions,
Yet the images of you are of a tearful man,
Tell me Jimmy, have you been ever good since,
Or was all this part of God’s master plan?
Of course you’ve been forgiven Jimmy,
Though you lied you kept a serious face,
So how will you be remembered?
A man of faith who twice fell from grace.
I I I
Who's this Lilith, the abort-er
Eating fetus, drawn & quartered
In her drama's world arena.
Bring the next match, seraphima.
Must be three's a lucky number
That she dreams if e'er she slumber.
There's no catch, she's so disarming;
War of III will soon be starting.
Hostess Lil' throws quite the bash!
Stock markets round the world will crash.
Computer files will ransom cash.
The way we've learned to live & play
Will have us want for yesterday.
There won't be need for troops with guns,
Or bombs to drop from which we run.
Let's just pretend we never heard
Of climate change & Donald Turd,
Of Vladimir & news that's fake,
Fat boy Jong-Un & birthday cake.
The drinks are on the one called Queen,
Though we shan't bow, and she can't sing.
I hope you'll enjoy while we're still connected to the Internet.
Eating fetus, drawn & quartered
In her drama's world arena.
Bring the next match, seraphima.
Must be three's a lucky number
That she dreams if e'er she slumber.
There's no catch, she's so disarming;
War of III will soon be starting.
Hostess Lil' throws quite the bash!
Stock markets round the world will crash.
Computer files will ransom cash.
The way we've learned to live & play
Will have us want for yesterday.
There won't be need for troops with guns,
Or bombs to drop from which we run.
Let's just pretend we never heard
Of climate change & Donald Turd,
Of Vladimir & news that's fake,
Fat boy Jong-Un & birthday cake.
The drinks are on the one called Queen,
Though we shan't bow, and she can't sing.
I hope you'll enjoy while we're still connected to the Internet.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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