Poetry competition CLOSED 17th December 2013 4:46pm
WINNER
KittyFromHell
KittyFromHell
murder
Terror at a Mall ! extreme content !
A building of happiness, a building to shop
a building where many lives will stop.
The echos of dreams and hope fill the hall
all just remnant memories, from this mall.
The echos of screams like from dreams
will destroy all hope so it seems
All the happiness,the love the laughter
was silenced with a ruthless clatter.
The echo of gunfire followed by screams
is this my fantasy, or my crazy fucking dream
All my love,my love for this stage
helps me go on a blood soaked rage.
Killing and killing everything in sight
cutting and stabbing with my knife
slashing and tearing your throat tonight
streams of blood, all over my knife
I am on a mission to end your life.
Bodies are dropping helplessly to the floor
I am going on a blood shedding war.
I stop this shit for a minute
only to see how rounds are still in it.
running and gunning through each store
a tyrannic blood lust to settle the score.
Sick,and twisted and much much more
now the only thing left is gore.
Bullets and tracers filled this mall
pushing through flesh and lodging into to walls.
In this day 5 remain
countless number have been slain
throughout my terror i still reign
showing my murders aren't just playful games
I am here to slaughter and maim
destroy your body, disgrace your name
The echoing calls from down hall
now reside,hiding; trapped in this mall
All I can hear is noise and clatter
that is the noise of piercing laughter
my name is Gragaith and this is the rapture.
A building of happiness, a building to shop
a building where many lives will stop.
The echos of dreams and hope fill the hall
all just remnant memories, from this mall.
The echos of screams like from dreams
will destroy all hope so it seems
All the happiness,the love the laughter
was silenced with a ruthless clatter.
The echo of gunfire followed by screams
is this my fantasy, or my crazy fucking dream
All my love,my love for this stage
helps me go on a blood soaked rage.
Killing and killing everything in sight
cutting and stabbing with my knife
slashing and tearing your throat tonight
streams of blood, all over my knife
I am on a mission to end your life.
Bodies are dropping helplessly to the floor
I am going on a blood shedding war.
I stop this shit for a minute
only to see how rounds are still in it.
running and gunning through each store
a tyrannic blood lust to settle the score.
Sick,and twisted and much much more
now the only thing left is gore.
Bullets and tracers filled this mall
pushing through flesh and lodging into to walls.
In this day 5 remain
countless number have been slain
throughout my terror i still reign
showing my murders aren't just playful games
I am here to slaughter and maim
destroy your body, disgrace your name
The echoing calls from down hall
now reside,hiding; trapped in this mall
All I can hear is noise and clatter
that is the noise of piercing laughter
my name is Gragaith and this is the rapture.
yo it aint too late to let out a little hate is it?
(extreme content)
What you know about America
Streets paved with gold and derringers
What you know about how we live
About how good you doin over ther a shit we don’t give
oh go ahead give me an eviction notice
give me a reason. I hope you die worse than the fate of the rapper who wrote this.
take the food out my mouth I like being hungry
go ahead laugh I know you think its funny
and it
Keeps me lean so when I creep on the scene
You wont even notice me,
and what im tryna brandish
In my hands a fork and knife cause motherfucker im famished
Call me a starving artist who can’t think clearly so my rhymes are outlandish
Told your friend to turn the music up higher cuz I know you can’t stand it
And is that your moms I hear on the rag?
Tell that bitch I called her son a fag
and told him to tell you to can it.
matter fact
open the can up… silver side first and jam it
till over there is where your severed tongue and lips landed
scoop it up in the can of Campbell’s
eat it up so i aint struggling to keep my belt up no more
turnin into straight up cannibals
on cannabis so I get the munchies so I got to eat again
the stomach of Hannibal, and the tongue of emeril
cause I ate out the jersey shore cast that house has many cameras. In fact I put in several.
im not gonna hide it and no im not gonna deny it
i wont stay silent.
molon labe homie you wanna assassinate little old me? Go ahead and try it
before i take the scoped 44 and get your eyes lit to the truth.
dont get it twisted i aint no john boothe
- i aint no gang banger no base ball furry no slurry drugged up babe ruth.
the shit im spittin is real super sluth proof of a fusion of revolution,
boozin and cruizin and midnite home intrusion
an anonymous movement away from the red blue and white
and its just starting to bore me.
In the end we'll all die choosin the way to lose and I don’t know about you but ide rather go out with a fight
in a blaze of glory
and best believe it will be gory.
The more we feed into this bit of allegory the more likely it'll be the end of my story.
this another murder rap and i wrote it just for me
(extreme content)
What you know about America
Streets paved with gold and derringers
What you know about how we live
About how good you doin over ther a shit we don’t give
oh go ahead give me an eviction notice
give me a reason. I hope you die worse than the fate of the rapper who wrote this.
take the food out my mouth I like being hungry
go ahead laugh I know you think its funny
and it
Keeps me lean so when I creep on the scene
You wont even notice me,
and what im tryna brandish
In my hands a fork and knife cause motherfucker im famished
Call me a starving artist who can’t think clearly so my rhymes are outlandish
Told your friend to turn the music up higher cuz I know you can’t stand it
And is that your moms I hear on the rag?
Tell that bitch I called her son a fag
and told him to tell you to can it.
matter fact
open the can up… silver side first and jam it
till over there is where your severed tongue and lips landed
scoop it up in the can of Campbell’s
eat it up so i aint struggling to keep my belt up no more
turnin into straight up cannibals
on cannabis so I get the munchies so I got to eat again
the stomach of Hannibal, and the tongue of emeril
cause I ate out the jersey shore cast that house has many cameras. In fact I put in several.
im not gonna hide it and no im not gonna deny it
i wont stay silent.
molon labe homie you wanna assassinate little old me? Go ahead and try it
before i take the scoped 44 and get your eyes lit to the truth.
dont get it twisted i aint no john boothe
- i aint no gang banger no base ball furry no slurry drugged up babe ruth.
the shit im spittin is real super sluth proof of a fusion of revolution,
boozin and cruizin and midnite home intrusion
an anonymous movement away from the red blue and white
and its just starting to bore me.
In the end we'll all die choosin the way to lose and I don’t know about you but ide rather go out with a fight
in a blaze of glory
and best believe it will be gory.
The more we feed into this bit of allegory the more likely it'll be the end of my story.
this another murder rap and i wrote it just for me
(extreme content)
this entire rhyme is ad libs
straight madness
ran up in yo crib
and shot you in the rib
cuz ima aim to be the baddest
im a white gangster
far as im concerned the first since the fifties
if you dont head my first warning well then i guess your death will be a pity
SLAM SLAM
goes the pistol
my barrels in your mouth
and your hair i got a fistful
i do you dirty like the south
im aimin' close range
which when you think about it is smart
cuz i aint even have to aim to make sure i blow your brain apart
im no stranger to art
im a reglar leonardo da vinci
you a jack off im a jack of
all trades like a peddlar of versaci's and 50's
im busy
out on a mission
your ass is busy writing fiction
well i got a patriot's cookbook its my own edition
but in reality
we aint no glock busters cocksuckers the weapons the addiction
with a right to bear arms im here to stay
i'll give you five minutes
to put together your final wishes and pray
call me a saint of the latter day
break yo' back then it all fades away, and your heart cease to beat
fucked around pulled the suicide king then the ace of spades
like myself?-you aint ready to meet
you aint practiced you just a cheat
i said you aint ready
back the fuck off fo' i do you like a drug filled teddy
tare your neck apart now how you spposed to aim steady?
i bet the devil you'd make a deal so off you go get ready
...to die
ready or not
two shots to the head
like a jfk godfather plot
ima leave ya playa hatin
hats off to a real G yall decapitated
left in an empty lot
where your ass'll rot
next to a shoppin cart that once belonged to a walmart
look where you are. you was dead from the start
rhymin' bout murder? i wrote this with the blood from yo' cold dead heart
this entire rhyme is ad libs
straight madness
ran up in yo crib
and shot you in the rib
cuz ima aim to be the baddest
im a white gangster
far as im concerned the first since the fifties
if you dont head my first warning well then i guess your death will be a pity
SLAM SLAM
goes the pistol
my barrels in your mouth
and your hair i got a fistful
i do you dirty like the south
im aimin' close range
which when you think about it is smart
cuz i aint even have to aim to make sure i blow your brain apart
im no stranger to art
im a reglar leonardo da vinci
you a jack off im a jack of
all trades like a peddlar of versaci's and 50's
im busy
out on a mission
your ass is busy writing fiction
well i got a patriot's cookbook its my own edition
but in reality
we aint no glock busters cocksuckers the weapons the addiction
with a right to bear arms im here to stay
i'll give you five minutes
to put together your final wishes and pray
call me a saint of the latter day
break yo' back then it all fades away, and your heart cease to beat
fucked around pulled the suicide king then the ace of spades
like myself?-you aint ready to meet
you aint practiced you just a cheat
i said you aint ready
back the fuck off fo' i do you like a drug filled teddy
tare your neck apart now how you spposed to aim steady?
i bet the devil you'd make a deal so off you go get ready
...to die
ready or not
two shots to the head
like a jfk godfather plot
ima leave ya playa hatin
hats off to a real G yall decapitated
left in an empty lot
where your ass'll rot
next to a shoppin cart that once belonged to a walmart
look where you are. you was dead from the start
rhymin' bout murder? i wrote this with the blood from yo' cold dead heart
One of my fave piece.
Evil Laughter
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You bastard.
You bitch.
Kneel before me,
and suck my imaginary dick.
I'm so pissed at cheaters,
Now watch how I blow,
that cunt to bits.
You think you could get away,
making me the fool.
Look at me,
I said LOOK AT ME!
as I slice her chaps with my tool.
With a surgical blade,
an intricate cut,
from navel to pussy.
Watch as I play with her bloody
guts.
You liked fucking my man,
now watch me fuck him,
I'll just take the blade to carve out,
"Cheating Is A Sin"
Keep those pretty little eyeballs,
looking at me
Watch as I rip out the tongue,
that once sucked both our pussies.
Look as I laugh hysterically,
at your screams of terror.
A scream inaudible,
as I slit his throat with my razor.
I continue to laugh,
like the psychopath I am.
The blood sprays unto me,
and unto my webcam.
This video will be
the memory,
of my Happily ever after.
Where, off the sound-proofed
brick walls,
echoes
my evil laughter.
Watch my knife plunge in deep
As her body goes to sleep
The screams she wails
In fighting back she fails
I killed in the corner room
Trapped her in a mood of doom
I ripped out her eyes
Because they told me lies
Her intestines were fun the play
But I gave them to the dog anyway
I just have no use of a heart
Never had one from the start
I stabbed her with pencil
She bleed over the holiday tinsel
It used to be green, but that's okay
I like it better this way
I took her head,
and pulled her teeth, she's in bed
The tooth fairy doesn't come
All she is, is scum
Killing is just a hobby
I had no use of her body,
So I gave it to a necrophiliac
Of life, I am a kleptomaniac
My fantasy of a perfect crime
May hold something to be disdained
I have a far too morbid mind
An imagination to be ordained
By killers, that is
I made a list one bright day
Just to darkened the blue skies
I wrote down all the sadism
The torturous ways to say goodbye
By the victims, that is
Some are probably not original
In fact, most are definitely not
A throwback to medieval times
When corpses were piled to rot
By royalty, that is
Imagine being dragged to a place
An area quite hidden from view
Where all your pathetic screams
And pleas are useless to you
Funny to me, that is
Imagine a huge checkerboard out
But made of rusty razor wire
And being tied to the top of it
Rocks putting the weight you acquire
Cutting you up, that is
Or perhaps a slower method maybe?
I'll need a living plant of bamboo
Tie you to and keep you too watered
Till the bamboo grows over you
Suffocating you, that is
Maybe I could rip your nails out
Dip your fingers deep in a fiery acid
Sandpaper your skin till its raw
Laughing aloud because I'm wicked
Just for fun, that is
Ooh la la, so many cruel methods
Which one should I experiment?
Dare I say to electrocute or crucify?
Oh, your loved ones wail and lament!
Music to my ears, that is
So many ways, so many lives!
For a sadistic serial killer like me!
There could never be a flawless way
I'll kill you if you dare to disagree
For the perfect murder, that is
In the darkness I lurk
Watching good citizens at work
Cleaning up the mess I made
Blood splattered pavement
In a dark alley
Where her fragile body was laid
She was so delicious
Every taste and touch heavenly
Stolen from grace by hell
Yanking her hair which so beautifully fell
About her little shoulders
Framing her glowing cheeks
I painted her lips with her own blood
When I kissed her after I fed
I stole the virtue that she hid
They'll soon conceal her tainted body
Underneath her shiny coffin lid
Grandpa
thanks grandfather, motherfucker
for the time we had
you need to fucking let me go
knew in time it would all
disappear, i just wanted to
relive old memories, treat you
like the dog you are.
a fresh meat cunt sniffer
throbbing dick tightly fit in them jeans
an authority figure making
children bow down
slam our face to the ground.
all those lies. sick twisted lies
from a white trash ass licker
memories built solely
to remind me how fucking
disturbed you really were
so turn your head
and cough fucker
feel the hurt as i cut
the flesh from your dick.
gives me instant gratitude
with every slice i take
egotistical be the bitch
you were so self absorbed
and i have finally gotten
the fucking best of you
upon this barbwire bed,
your alter, does it bring
back memories dick sucker
you surly will not share
in the smile that i now bear.
this is my time to realize,
to thank you for the bullshit
just a few more minutes
carving your balls
and then only then
will i leave this alone
thank you for the bullshit
and all the fucked up memories
bringing back such loving times
even though hell doesn't hold
enough for your dick to last.
thanks grandfather, motherfucker
for the time we had
you need to fucking let me go
knew in time it would all
disappear, i just wanted to
relive old memories, treat you
like the dog you are.
a fresh meat cunt sniffer
throbbing dick tightly fit in them jeans
an authority figure making
children bow down
slam our face to the ground.
all those lies. sick twisted lies
from a white trash ass licker
memories built solely
to remind me how fucking
disturbed you really were
so turn your head
and cough fucker
feel the hurt as i cut
the flesh from your dick.
gives me instant gratitude
with every slice i take
egotistical be the bitch
you were so self absorbed
and i have finally gotten
the fucking best of you
upon this barbwire bed,
your alter, does it bring
back memories dick sucker
you surly will not share
in the smile that i now bear.
this is my time to realize,
to thank you for the bullshit
just a few more minutes
carving your balls
and then only then
will i leave this alone
thank you for the bullshit
and all the fucked up memories
bringing back such loving times
even though hell doesn't hold
enough for your dick to last.
Cuttin Ties
I'm cuttin these ties
erasing these lines.
Not gonna waste my time
on a fucked up selfish whore.
Damn right, Grandpa
I cut those strings and run
it's you i want to castrate for fun.
You were oh so fuckin wrong
for ever thinkin i was gonna
hide my tail and fuckin run.
I have bleed and died by your hand
in the name of love you spoke.
It has all came to a bullshit end
not gonna do that shit again.
Rearin and ready
runnin head first into hate.
You better say so long to the
old bitch time for a new
fuckin breed.
The Hell spawn of your intellectual
fuck up.
Hate drunk from every wound endured.
Time to put on my warpaint
for this long overdue warpath.
Swearin to the devil
to annihilate your pussy ass.
Silly games played for a
childs piece of ass.
Shotgun to the face,
rest in peace.
Damn was fuckin nice
to finally kill your
worthless ass.
I'm cuttin these ties
erasing these lines.
Not gonna waste my time
on a fucked up selfish whore.
Damn right, Grandpa
I cut those strings and run
it's you i want to castrate for fun.
You were oh so fuckin wrong
for ever thinkin i was gonna
hide my tail and fuckin run.
I have bleed and died by your hand
in the name of love you spoke.
It has all came to a bullshit end
not gonna do that shit again.
Rearin and ready
runnin head first into hate.
You better say so long to the
old bitch time for a new
fuckin breed.
The Hell spawn of your intellectual
fuck up.
Hate drunk from every wound endured.
Time to put on my warpaint
for this long overdue warpath.
Swearin to the devil
to annihilate your pussy ass.
Silly games played for a
childs piece of ass.
Shotgun to the face,
rest in peace.
Damn was fuckin nice
to finally kill your
worthless ass.
