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Elora Wolvenwrath
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Hell Rap

Im a killer in the night
fuckin demon of the light
see below yeah we fight
bitch ,you dont have the first clue

walk around like you own it
talk of seed like you've sown it
but above you have blown it
cuz thats what fucking humans do

only people in the world put themself first
base success on their money petty self worth
suppose we celebrate every little sweet birth
well fuck that shit and fuck all of you

ill admit I love to hit it on them goth bitches
can you blame me fuckin psycho little sick witches
plus they love it when let them taste my blood kisses
oh my god are you pisces....ha! .....yeah me too

and all these words will never truly show all my disdain
could give a fuck about your vicodin and cocaine
big man ridin high snortin all his 50k
Never stop to ask.....hmmm what would jesus do?

Churches ah the circle of the last frontier
So much safer baby chasers now they made a career
yes son i will save you,get out your cock and your wallet
Everyone turns a blind eye like nope,they never saw it

Fuck! if this heaven thing was real i mean would it even matter
while only you get the scraps your god is cleanin the platter
and its sick ,no really whats even fucking sadder
you'd rather pray than take action to climb his bullshit gold ladder

Shes a dancer with cancer who is slowly dying
and you ask him for answers
bitch you're not even trying
dont fucking blame me for the fires that you will not put out
you say the Devils up in Cali but its only a drought

There are days I crave apocalyptic chaos its true
but ya'll fuckin up fine, whats a demon to do?
pedo ring, kids swing, Weinstein, oh right you prefer the finer things
big pharm, lucky charm, fast arm, and at halftime don't forget the chicken wings

I was human once now that's all through
seen enough to know exactly what you gon' do
I could go on but your too easy targets
Soul is sold to all the fuckin social media markets

Written by EloraWolvenwrath (Elora Wolvenwrath)
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Elora Wolvenwrath
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Thought Provoker
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Snow fell silent and deep on the street that endless night
Immaculately shrouded where they were found, lying too still    
Screams, shouts, sirens rend the air, shrill    
too late, nothing to be done    

Blessed be the True Judge  
They was the light of their parent’s lives    
Terrified, tearful, they'd watched, prayed      
as their child fell from grace, no fault their own    
Their voice, heart, soul stolen to satisfy base lusts    
of those sworn to educate and protect    
Innocence, faith. virtue violently severed    
by those they was taught to respect and trust    
How could they have spoken, what could be said    
to define such which defied all explanation?    
Why would they force themselves to relive, to remember    
what should never have been?    

They had tried everything they knew to hold on    
but demanding a life free of deceit, in their control    
Alienated from those who had no comprehension    
yet should have listened harder, known better  
Getting drunk after prayers every morning?    
Anesthetized the agony of associating with sociopaths    
feted as reputable venerated members of their society    
Sleeping til noon, confined to bedroom for days and nights?    
Concealing the quiet-inducing lacerations on tender skin    
that the nights couldn’t deliver, too afraid to close their eyes    
knowing the inevitable visitation of assailant's eyes and voices    
The drugs? To numb pain nothing could possibly ease    
The music? To block revolting, insidious whispers.    
A soul need suffer only so long      
before granted reprieve and beckoned home    
The snow was Heaven creating a soft landing    
Divine soul wrested from wretched corporeality.    
The Angel of Death finally came to heed the call    
Cradling, soothing,hushed all the pain and shame    
carrying divine soul to eternal peace and reprieve    
Suicide, influences,temptation, mental illness    
So-called community paragons hastily judged    
Better to sweep it away, not let people suspect    
Interrogative individuals are clandestine danger    
Other young voices demanded they be heard    
Voices too loud, too numerous to be ignored  
We have also been violated, betrayed    
We were innocent, we are faithful no longer    
We trusted, we believed, we prayed,      
We gave benefit of doubt, yet no more.    
Restrain your mourning for us - we are finally free    
Lament for yourselves, for your ignorance    
Whether deliberate or subliminal.      
wail for the monsters in your midst    
Hiding behind holy books and pious words    
For collective cowardice in inevitable separation    
For aforesaid transgressions, there will never be atonement    
Live with your shame in this world as well as the next    
Let it shorten your breath, darken your peace, mar every joy    
We are legion, those who have been used and abused    
coerced, shamed unwillingly into silence and submission    
Nothing in this world will stifle or subdue us any longer    
Our innocence is gone, our faith no longer yours.    
 We will flourish, more authentic than you could become    
Recapturing love, redefining faith, living lucid, cognizant truth
Written by inechoingsilence
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Dangerous Mind
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Chicken Shit

                       Pig Shit

                                      Horse Shit


But there’s no Shit
Like your Shit
“And God Knows I’ve Had My Full!”
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buddydog H Faulk III
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You and me were something
That I always thought would be okay
But now I guess you’re mad
For something that I forgot to say
I’m sorry for what it’s worth
Is forgiveness something you, still believe in

I start my day like every other day
Watching an envelope that never turns red
Has your anger finely takin’ a stand
Is it punishment for what you never read
I’m sorry for what it’s worth
Is forgiveness something you, still believe in

Reminiscences of forever has gone astray
Unconditionally, it seems to be lost in the fray
What happened to our friendship
Now I guess it’s a game we’re going to play
Cause baby, I gonna still always love you
And after all... you’re my waterfall

I know life isn’t what we planned
We both had a lives before we came together
You took my heart and soul
I let you down as you forgotten about forever
I’m sorry for what it’s worth
Is forgiveness something you, still believe in

Reminiscences of forever has gone astray
Unconditionally, it seems to be lost in the fray
What happened to our friendship
Now I guess it’s a game we’re going to play
Cause baby, I gonna still always love you
And after all... you’re my waterfall

Cause baby, happiness is all I want for you
And after all... you’re my waterfall
Written by buddydog (buddydog H Faulk III)
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jade tiger
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Lost Men

( a double Quatern )    
For some to whom the years have not been kind,  
And beaten into treads of alley cracks.  
Where poison oleander of the mind,  
Grows pink and scarlet all along the tracks.   
Is omnipresent, making all else dim,  
For some to whom the years have not been kind.
The remnants of a battle none to slim,  
To oust the honored few we leave behind.    
The marches in the blinding rain confined,    
The ossify of driftwood’s living dead.  
For some to whom the years have not been kind,
In olive camaflage of jungle red.    
To row a swollen stream without an oar,  
Or bleach upon a dune in dreams to find.  
Did all the lost men fight a godless war,
For some to whom the years have not been kind.    
As if their shadows stay to walk the streets,
The host omnipotent is torpor’s self.
To wander aimlessly, each day repeats,    
With nothing left to show for of itself.    
Existing in oblivion as truth,   
As if their shadows stay to walk the streets.  
The price to pay to sacrifice one’s youth,
Will mean the cost of flags like covered sheets.    
The timpani of echoed solemn beats,  
“When will they ever learn?”, so goes a song.  
As if their shadows stay to walk the streets,
In darker bows in search of what went wrong.    
Like orca, to bring death before the mast,    
Another generation fills more seats.  
The overture, their fate has long been cast,   
As if their shadows stay to walk the streets.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
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Hookup Into Heaven [Extd'd]

Perish the thought
In a scrambled egg scurry,
You assume a crumb of kindness
Would reap you the slice of Heaven
That you want...
Foolish theory even birthing
No wonder the Creator is contemplating such a heinous onslaught
Hence your cocoon of Hell,
The shallow husk of life
In which you scheme and dwell...
Beneath the pristine & bleached
Is the syrup sweet venom,
Oozing from between your teeth...
Cauterized lies
Branding you with viral worry,
As you die... one day... at a time
Face scrubbed dry
Fat crystal sprinkles slide goodbye
with teardrops of the sky,
Til waking blind with a broken leg smile...

Rented sincerity when reimbursed accordingly...

Favors favorable only when fragrant
Flourished & fruitful,
to the picker;
Plucking gratitude of those
Humble yet naive not to guess better,
My how humanity's soul is as fragile & thin
As paper...
Relatives relevant
If there's an angled benefit,
Acknowledge once alone
Old and vulnerably insignificant,
Crawling your way to lay
In that bed of satin & velvet
In a maze of stone,
With the quietest of neighbors
To keep you company in your new home...
And hope & belatedly pray
That the Love you have forsaken,
You can ruse & excuse
A hookup into Heaven.
Written by SeaEntity1
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alon aLion
Dangerous Mind
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there is nothing sadder  
than watching a kid      
navigate an iPad      
eyes focused      
in direction of lap      
triangle and tap      
sensitive plastic      
opening another window      
of two-dimensional crap.......      
dead-head parents      
hold up smart-phones    
hump 'em together    
exchanging data fluids      
injecting each other      
with viral      
electro-magnetic clap......      
unfortunate pre-schooler's      
to couch      
lactose intolerant      
eat sugary snack      
2 more hours      
of cyber-pap      
crawl exhaustedly      
to bed      
take a nap      
and ya      
wonder why      
Michelle O'bama  freaked    
'bout kids bein' fat?      
I know how      
to break      
the childish habit      
of finger dancin'      
on surface flat      
I'll give that kid      
a tablet      
a tab of acid      
in fact      
let that precious      
mind unwrap      
tear ass off sofa      
when giant      
dust-mites attack      
flee to the yard      
green planet intact      
to explore      
instead of      
for pimp parents      
addicted to      
corporate crack
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Bed of Roses?

Some are born with a silver spoon
Others into gloom.
Tired legs tired of running,
Swimming against the tide...
So much effort, little progress
A losing fight.

At this point chances of finding the yeti
Are higher than creating equality.
Criminals celebrated as heroes.
It's not a bed of roses- for most people...
When priviledge becomes the key to pillage
Society faces extinction.
Written by Kingvirky
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Fire of Insight
South Africa
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we were hungry before we were born

Like rats in a cage,
We eat each other off.
Fighting for scraps,
The Lazarus of the world,
We were hungry before we were born.
Constantly fighting for crumbs that fall.
We were destitute way before we can even crawl.
Hunger that passes through the soul.
Falling victim of barren soil.
Whilst the world goes on spoilt.
Our fathers travelled through the salt,
In promise of gold.
But many eons have come and gone.
How heavy is this gold?
That it has them gone for eons.
Maybe its the treacherous salt.
It has sank their ships on their way back home.
And they haven't forgot (us).
But eons have come and gone.
We still scrapping off the floor.
We are still hungry to the core.
Vital signs in our bones,
Breathe in our lungs.
Tiny bits of flesh, hides our souls.
As long as we can take it in and out.
We were hungry before we were born.
Where do people like us go?
Written by poetOftragedy
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Fire of Insight
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From each side

Throw the gauntlet down    
In the past for it was pistols at dawn
Face it down without a blink
Advesary in any debating ring  
The written word just second hand  
For neurons need the id's commands  
And we knew its boundaries  
The debate that's so two faced  
Don't throw all your toys out at once  
When we use a language to cause abrupt  
Speek our minds to those corrupt  
Hear the sharp intake of breath  
Know that they have no ducks back  
To rebuff not bite the tongue    
When witty repost gives you the upper hand  
To grow a foot when they stand down  
A timid mouse to lion grand  
But argument and reason failed debate  
The finger raised  will demonstrate  
The bent arm of "up you mate"  
A two finger gesticulate  
To offend not walk away with that shamed face  
A fillip, that small ego trip without  disgrace    
But the Good Book said that humility is best  
To turn the other cheek and not protest  
That iritating pest the devils advocate  
The one sent, an agent provocateur to ape  
Fine words, smart quotes, is it truths  
 Be not your master or your mistress  
Profit from anothers  weakness  
Humility the path so straight and narrow  
See that red mist and let it settle  
False prophets call for you to follow  
For some they are but strange bed fellows  
Find the strength, to be that swan  
Placid pose that carries righteousness on  
Not vitriol the slimy troll so callow  
In retrospect a foot in mouth to swallow  
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Telly trouble ; trendsetter TV

:) What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety!
Heinous crimes of hate
Piteous crimes of passion
Carried out at shocking rate
thinking in some wild fashion
then ending up cell mates!
Or Crime with no rhyme
Or reason
Or crime for treason,
Crime never abates
Juveniles don't fear the prison.

 When kids watch their movie heroes
shoot down people with the gun
they are incited to do the same
to achieve some thrill and fun.

 When they see their very film star
slash someone's throat in a fit of anger
 they think well of crimes of rage
and plunge everybody else into danger.

 The tendency to portray the violent scene
luridly and shockingly on the Big Screen

 Ah even for the small screen, tis the gory
that makes for the dark and thrilling story.

 Now that technology's long opened this pandora's box
the dispersal of amplified social ills simply ain't no hoax

 The rowdy hoodlums and reckless gangsters
are simply by-products of Tv influences
The world watches the thriving of the bully-boy pranksters
passively in helpless terror of their offences.

 It's all portrayal of the vulgar, the obscene
by that devious , glamorous Silver Screen

 For the spine tingling horror movie
though it may seem oh so groovy
begets the horrendous
and drills evil thoughts subliminally
into the subconscious!

 It's an unrestrained dark faking
of real life reality exaggerating

 Whether it's Bollywood in the East
or it's Hollywood in the West
they don't merely impart tactics of defence
but rather those of aggressive offence

 Viewing those gruesome swashbuckling films
gives rise to morbid sadistic whims

 Flipping through TV channels just ponder
 if the telly's the perfect channel
of information is it a proper panel?

 Dad always tells me, 'fear ye the roaches' flicking antennae?
 While you oughtta fear the influence
of 'em' flickering images by dish antennae'.

 Then a mere single merit that I dug
as I drank cappucino in my mug
that atleast one couldn't live in a bubble
daily watching the bubble-bug.

Ah but then tougher gun laws
couldn't halt even underage shooting sprees
Rather it's stringent scanning of Tv content
that might make it all cease

 Parental supervision too tis gravely essential
Should've been of parental code quintessential
 So the next time you catch your beloved teen
absorbed and engrossed while glued to the screen
Just sleuth a bit just to make sure
that for the x-rated he's not too keen!

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Nathaniel Peter
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The Politics of Blood

Oh days of our darkest nights
When the light offends
Censor what you hate
When from the hands of something divine
You self emancipate

Bastardized souls
The nurturing decay of lies
Truth is not subjective to interpretation
Through the cipher of your blind eyes

Cakes to commemorate
Sanctity is dead
Ceremonial perversion
Making a statement better left unsaid

I cast no stones at you
But in truth your phobia is clear
You'll hate me and accuse me of it
When it's something you don't want to hear

You can't create something deviating from design
When you destroy beauty
And expect us all to conform to your twisted state of mind

Engendering confusion
On the terms of a man made decree
Lifestyle preferences
Customized of the defect of humanity

Oh fallen is the apple from the tree
Not too far off from the father of depravity
Redefine what's natural
You can't reverse the flow of gravity

Just call it relative to philosophy
When you resign me to silence
Fair warning to the new world
You speak of love but you instigate the violence

Just call it culture
Tell me when the truth expires
True bigotry is prejudice contrived
Speaking the gospel of liars
The God you claim is dead has been revived

Floating battleships
The politics of blood
Rainbows are a promise the rain stops
But you'll drown in your own flood

Call it hate speech
When you turn to salt for what you dont want to see
Begging for the apocalypse
The mess made of our humanity

Infancy cries, the children rolling in the grave
Dehumanize and objectify the body, to impulses enslave
Authorized doctorate degrees
Graduates of processed murder sanctioned facilities

Premeditated parental control
Financiers weaponizing procedural death
Instrumentation of a lost soul
Orchestrated efforts to rob the cradle a first breath

Regulate me, offender
The censorship of truth
Time will tell your rise and fall
And the end will be the proof

Ignorance relative to partial views
Self gain or self defiance
Everything you win you lose
Carnal and cold hearted self compliance

Disarm me to overtake
Conquest damnation
Eternity will tell
It's not the bullet but the heart that wields it
You're ally to your enemy and fighting for rights to hell

Liberal cult following
Your heart is your blind guide
You don't know who you are
But there's something more inside

I am not your enemy
And we have mutual ideals
To an end we're failing to achieve
As we circle mountains with appeals

Searching for self worth
Beyond ourselves, is true identity
Appearance critics modeling after perception
Remodeling the earth
After the animosity
To tell you the truth, you are your own deception

Body appraisal to surface values
Skewed beauty in a makeover of scars
Searching for a sense of destiny
As in vain you're worshipping the stars

Smoke screen to distract the traffic flow beneath the ground
Corruption corrodes the atmosphere as we're exposed to the toxins unseen
Monsters hiding children in there closets
Sufficing their demons when everyone's a fiend
It's just another level of the same lust
When one man's nightmare is another man's dream

Correlations of innocence corrupted, it's all the same root
At the end of the day every sexual perversity is just another bite of the same forbidden fruit...
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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