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Poetry competition CLOSED 14th January 2017 8:18am
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Death to the living

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LovelyWhiteLines
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Poetry Contest

Disturbing
Over! No more! Do not post!

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MadameLavender
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Just a note here: if photos & videos will be accompanying any entries, website rules are against any images of real rape, torture & murder, so plan ahead, don't use them, or they'll be taken down. Thank you, in advance.

Carry on.

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RevolutionAL
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Monster .

      
    
    
    
You.         
You shiver         
my mind;         
quiver           
my intellect,         
and         
tremor my           
imagination.         
           
    
And you do it -         
you, do it           
so well.         
    
           
With-just-one-word...         
    
         
    
    
    
        
“ R a p e ” 














-x-
    
    
    

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crimsin
Unveiling
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can we enter collaborations?

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crimsin
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(A Diamonddave75 and crimsin collaboration)

Serial Killers Part 2 "The Hunt" (A Collaboration With Crim)

after a night of fucking
baring our inner evil
I hold your face
peering into darkened eyes
tonight is the night
you must prove trust
show me, my love
that you walk in shadows

looking back at you with blood in my darkened orbs
Master I'm going to ride with you until the end
feasting off your nature
I tell you "I'm going to take you deep into the pit of my depravity"
"let me be the bait"
innocent looking like a school girl
with a wicked grin on my face
I say " it's time we begin the hunt"

at nightfall we begin
huddled inside my van
watching girls walk by
your eyes spot her
you moan, “that one”
a natural brunette
ripe skin like fruit
I whisper, “bring our dinner”

"yes my love"
hopping out of the van
with a coy look at you
map in hand I approach
"excuse me miss I'm lost
I'm trying to find Ventura Blvd.
smiling at her with sunshine in my glance
she says "I know where that's at no problem"  
we sit down in the open van you hiding in the shadows
while she gives me directions you come up behind her
ether in hand grabbing her from behind
place it over her mouth with lust in my face
I watch her go down

we watch her contort
naked flesh curves
against restraints
kissing you deeply
cut her, “I say”
teasing razor blade
across the forehead
pain floods her eyes
we laugh we love
dripping our juices
she tastes us
cruel reality
upon her lips

"yes Master" I reply
in a frenzied blood lust
I take the razor in hand
you gag her muffled screams
as I start carving ritualistic symbols
on her tasty plump breasts
licking the blood as it trickles down
you fist her pussy hard as I do so
with a savagery I'd not yet witnessed from you
"does this feel good bitch?"
as she writhes in pain
bleeding out of her cunt
"Master let me taster her"
I plead hungry for blood
you tell me I can you thirsty
obedient little whore
lapping at her messy gash
then making my way to her clit
licking, nibbling tasting
she begins to moan
then involuntarily comes
on your tightly clenched fist

laughing hysterically
at the pain we’ve inflicted
kissing her nectar
off your savory lips
grinning from ear to ear
upping the ante
ready to sacrifice
this innocent soul

undressing me
mouthful of cock
sucking deep
as i grow hard
you smirk vividly
whispering, “fuck her”
I feel skin tearing
as I enter her asshole
ripping, and stretching
probing deeper

car battery
jumper cables
shock waves
attack her clit
convulsing hard
while I fuck her
i’m so close
pulling out

choking on my seed
as I pierce her throat
handing you a dagger
silencing her with a strike

gurgling existence
escapes her
we fall a sleep
in a puddle of blood

(A Diamonddave75 and crimsin collaboration)

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/215951-serial-killers-part-2-the-hunt-a/

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LovelyWhiteLines
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A colab is fine just be sure to give the other person(s) credit.

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😴

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Ahavati
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Just another note here: While you can report a Moderator's notation, it will likely stand as is. Therefore, just as a reiteration: if photos & videos will be accompanying any entries, website rules are against any images of real rape, torture & murder, so plan ahead, don't use them, or they'll be taken down. Thank you, in advance.

Carry on.

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MadameLavender
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LovelyWhiteLines said:Hey, Crimsin. Just wondering if you can fucking revise and edit that masterpiece you and your partner in crime concocted? I would like it to be properly written by tonight so other people do not become detered from bad writing. Fix it, please. It is good but I won't let it win if you don't fix the spelling mistakes.

And I won't let your comp continue if that's the way you're going to address other members here.  If you want Crim to edit, then perhaps you should edit your own post to sound less disrespectful.

Keep the attitude in check..

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LovelyWhiteLines
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Just go ahead and delete the competition. No one is really even bothering to post anyways.

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Ahavati
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Thank you for deleting your post. Because people have entered this comp, it will not be deleted. However, I will reiterate that a Moderator's post will likely stand even if reported.

Thank you.

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Anarchitect
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In this world brimming with
pestilence, famine and disease
I cut the cheese
I CUT THE CHEESE!

Fall to your knees
and suck the moldy peckers of rotting lepers
While I cut the cheese
AND FART OUT RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS!

Disturbing
to say the least

No way of curbing
the twisted beast
living inside of me

saying whatever is on its mind
like some goddam newbie

Please, please
hand me a tissue before I sneeze and spew
mucous into your mouth as I kiss you  
I CUT THE
CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!

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drone
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in life
you assume
in death
you know

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Massacre at El Mozote

This story is a story that’s been shrouded in mystery,
Not told too often as it’s often done in history,
You’d have to dig through journals, electronically,
And find remnants of the cold war erased from memory.

It was in early December back in 1981,
When the Atlacatl Battallion went into the little village,
With counter insurgency tactics to flush out the enemy,
But this event went beyond any sort of pillage.

Guerilla fighters were known to sometimes dress as civilians,
The brilliance of hiding in plain sight like innocent bystanders,
And the right-wing government had gotten assistance,
From Reagan’s administration using very repressive standards.

On the tenth of December when the army arrived,
They questioned anyone involved or may had contrived,
For those who may have helped or befriended the FMLN,
Had information and intel or they were just as guilty as them.

The following day they were all taken to the town square,
Made to lay face down on the ground during the sordid affair,
Then the men were separated from the women and children,
They were taken houses, the church and the convent.

Interrogated and tortured then for no reason murdered,
The soldiers released a hell for what they were ordered,
And we can tell this account because of those who escaped,
That some of the women and even little girls were raped.

A woman who hid nearby heard their screams and cries,
“Mama they are killing us” some children yelled in demise,
Another person who witnessed said of their horror filled pleas,
They slit their little throats and some were hung from trees.

The rest of the town was then all burned down,
To hide the evidence of this sadistic extermination,
But what can poor farmers and peasants really do?
Against a government bent on communist annihilation.

The next day they went to nearby settlements and towns,
Continuing their diabolical slaughter until the sun went down,
Evil that day had shown its true face then tried to erase,
As their bodies and their homes were all set ablaze.

Journalists dared venture there to write about the genocide
They discovered charred remains and all that they tried to hide.
And the truth eventually saw the light despite the denial,
Yet in the years to come no one was ever brought to trial.

The government issued an apology some thirty decades later,
But in civil war with civilian deaths they don’t find the perpetrator,
It happens everywhere around the world, they call it collateral damage,
But the truth of it is when humanity is lost, men resort to being savage.

In all more than seven hundred lives perished or disappeared,
Some count beyond a thousand, but the exact number is unclear,
Their bodies were never identified, only the names of the lost,
Right versus left, brother against brother, but at what cost?

By no means is this an attempt to get political but it’s critical,
That we become aware of these atrocities that are so criminal,
People are stripped of their human rights when governments prey,
It’s happens everywhere, throughout history and still to this day.

In the name of freedom and democracy there’s a bit of hypocrisy,
When innocent women and little children are killed.

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death to da living

y u even liv

its all so quiet
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it all sew stillll
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den soon againnnn
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theres another big riottttt
tanananaa!

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