Submissions by slayer69
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Dec 2012 11:40am
13th Dec 2012 11:40am
WW3, The Rise Of Lucifer ( Letter by Albert Pike)
The Third World War must be fomented by taking advantage of the differences caused by the agents of the Illuminati between the political Zionists, and the leaders of the Islamic World. The war must be conducted in such a way that Islam and political Zionism (Israel) mutually destroy each other. Meanwhile, the other nations, once divided on this issue, will be constrained to fight to the point of complete physical, moral, spiritual and economical exhaustion. We shall unleash the Nihilists and the Atheists, and we shall provoke a formidable social cataclysm which in all it's horror will show...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
8th Dec 2012 7:59am
8th Dec 2012 7:59am
Melody of the sun!!
We get all love, but it gets filtered and fucked,
till we lay in our desolate tombs as princes of dust.
We get one chance to live in this moment,
One heart to feed, but we curse it and throw it.
And it's all fucking, fighting and violence, manipulated masses dying from hiding from the deafening silences!!
That is one world reaching for rights, one reich controlling and preparing to die!!
What would we give, for a little look at our souls?
A little peek to see that we are the crease and the fold!!
Insignificant beasts, we burn and we are...
till we lay in our desolate tombs as princes of dust.
We get one chance to live in this moment,
One heart to feed, but we curse it and throw it.
And it's all fucking, fighting and violence, manipulated masses dying from hiding from the deafening silences!!
That is one world reaching for rights, one reich controlling and preparing to die!!
What would we give, for a little look at our souls?
A little peek to see that we are the crease and the fold!!
Insignificant beasts, we burn and we are...
760 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2012 8:04am
3rd Dec 2012 8:04am
I Once Was Blind!!
I wept into the empty abyss that was your promised love, and I ate the rotten plague ridden fruit from your cold palm, like a hungry dog devouring your vindictiveness, disguised as affection.
I sat there idle as you ripped through my delicate flesh to rewire my personality to fit your insecure needs and wants, all the time thinking if I just cower to your superior persona, I could fain happiness living in your shadow.
Embarrassed, empty and stupid I felt from your departure, as you paraded your next victim in front of me like a trophy that I was supposed to admire.
...
I sat there idle as you ripped through my delicate flesh to rewire my personality to fit your insecure needs and wants, all the time thinking if I just cower to your superior persona, I could fain happiness living in your shadow.
Embarrassed, empty and stupid I felt from your departure, as you paraded your next victim in front of me like a trophy that I was supposed to admire.
...
836 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2012 5:57am
2nd Dec 2012 5:57am
Land Of The Free
God bless the land of the free,
Land of the freaks getting fucked by corporate greed.
God bless the land of big oil, where billion dollar companies can't share the spoils.
God bless the land of the cheeseburger, land of clogged arteries where people pay to get murdered.
God bless the land of the gun, where respect is gained and measured by the amount of spilt blood.
God bless the land of deception, powerful speeches from puppet presidents.
God bless the land of the war machine, the cabals military killing in the name of peace.
...
Land of the freaks getting fucked by corporate greed.
God bless the land of big oil, where billion dollar companies can't share the spoils.
God bless the land of the cheeseburger, land of clogged arteries where people pay to get murdered.
God bless the land of the gun, where respect is gained and measured by the amount of spilt blood.
God bless the land of deception, powerful speeches from puppet presidents.
God bless the land of the war machine, the cabals military killing in the name of peace.
...
690 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2012 12:21pm
28th Nov 2012 12:21pm
Sentient Programmes
Desensitised souls paddle their canoes through winding canals of blood, fermented through the ages of an ever repeating history.
Any distraction they stumble upon would suffice, in order to make their fake realities a little more palatable, and keep their demons hidden where they desire to nest.
Cannon fire and the sound of merciless killing can be heard, but not acknowledged in the distance.
The smell of the rotting flesh of innocents literally stains the air they breathe, and stings the nostrils of the youth being indoctrinated into the enslavement generation.
...
Any distraction they stumble upon would suffice, in order to make their fake realities a little more palatable, and keep their demons hidden where they desire to nest.
Cannon fire and the sound of merciless killing can be heard, but not acknowledged in the distance.
The smell of the rotting flesh of innocents literally stains the air they breathe, and stings the nostrils of the youth being indoctrinated into the enslavement generation.
...
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 10:38am
26th Nov 2012 10:38am
Jim'll Fix It (Eulogy For Jimmy Saville)
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 9:20pm
24th Nov 2012 9:20pm
Life's an illusion ( individual soul aspect and perception)
Life's an illusion,
A sick retribution
Of hate, malice
And distorted confusion.
Life's an illusion,
A beautiful synchronic symphony,
Full of love, joy and empathy.
Life's an illusion,
Oceans of consumer pollution,
Tidal waves of rape, fear
And convoluted solutions.
Life's an illusion,
Of interwoven dimensions
Connected entities,
Who are devoted to allegiance
For infinity.
Life's an illusion,
Just a point of perception,
Thoughts which create direction,
Down roads of infinite possibility,
And...
A sick retribution
Of hate, malice
And distorted confusion.
Life's an illusion,
A beautiful synchronic symphony,
Full of love, joy and empathy.
Life's an illusion,
Oceans of consumer pollution,
Tidal waves of rape, fear
And convoluted solutions.
Life's an illusion,
Of interwoven dimensions
Connected entities,
Who are devoted to allegiance
For infinity.
Life's an illusion,
Just a point of perception,
Thoughts which create direction,
Down roads of infinite possibility,
And...
841 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Nov 2012 8:14am
21st Nov 2012 8:14am
Bullet For God (if only)
Wrap it up,
Curse it.
Feed it pain,
Humanity's hate.
Cut it,
Then dress it.
Mould it,
Without blessing.
Love it,
Drug it.
Hide it away,
From perception.
Fuel it,
Entice it.
Instil in it,
Violence.
Man in the sky,
Must die,
The fable,
Grows tired.
Bullet grows up,
With the responsibility,
Of killing the creator,
Of the death of our infinity.
Eyes chilling,
He's willing,
To be a name,
Never forgotten.
He is the bullet,
God is the disease. ...
Curse it.
Feed it pain,
Humanity's hate.
Cut it,
Then dress it.
Mould it,
Without blessing.
Love it,
Drug it.
Hide it away,
From perception.
Fuel it,
Entice it.
Instil in it,
Violence.
Man in the sky,
Must die,
The fable,
Grows tired.
Bullet grows up,
With the responsibility,
Of killing the creator,
Of the death of our infinity.
Eyes chilling,
He's willing,
To be a name,
Never forgotten.
He is the bullet,
God is the disease. ...
742 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Nov 2012 9:00am
16th Nov 2012 9:00am
Dead Celebrities (dead from birth)
Rats, clones, sickening selfish grotesque waste.
Pigs, vain empty shells that crack like porcelain dolls.
Status, class driven parasites with no soul or identity.
Fake, silicone filled desolate cunts that stain the hills of the holy-wood ( maple tree).
Dead already inside, never alive, but we place a star on the pavement to remember your insecure behaviours!
Chemical induced emotional beasts with fucking black eyes symbolising that which controls them.
Die dead celebrities
Die dead celebrities
Die dead celebrities
Die dead...
Pigs, vain empty shells that crack like porcelain dolls.
Status, class driven parasites with no soul or identity.
Fake, silicone filled desolate cunts that stain the hills of the holy-wood ( maple tree).
Dead already inside, never alive, but we place a star on the pavement to remember your insecure behaviours!
Chemical induced emotional beasts with fucking black eyes symbolising that which controls them.
Die dead celebrities
Die dead celebrities
Die dead celebrities
Die dead...
702 reads
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Nov 2012 12:09pm
15th Nov 2012 12:09pm
The Big Sleep
The big sleep
It's a common misconception that we need to sleep in order to dream, then come back into what is called reality with a twisted metaphorical message from the infinite beyond that we must then decode with a minuscule amount of the intelligence compared to the initial provider of the knowledge. No doubt this misconception is widely believed and promoted amongst humans because they have nothing to base any alternative thought upon, and any alternative thought provided by someone with a surrogate perspective will be ridiculed, and subjected to condemnation in the most part...
It's a common misconception that we need to sleep in order to dream, then come back into what is called reality with a twisted metaphorical message from the infinite beyond that we must then decode with a minuscule amount of the intelligence compared to the initial provider of the knowledge. No doubt this misconception is widely believed and promoted amongst humans because they have nothing to base any alternative thought upon, and any alternative thought provided by someone with a surrogate perspective will be ridiculed, and subjected to condemnation in the most part...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
12th Nov 2012 10:15am
12th Nov 2012 10:15am
Hyperborean Queen
Came from a UFO looking human
From a Death Star of floating gold
No one knew your purpose
And if we tried we would burn.
I was a renegade
Full of contempt and self loathing
You were manic
your emotions stolen.
And iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii don't
Want to be the one to bruise.
And iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii don't
want to hide my hate
From you........
You would have never
Bled for me
Wept for me
You would have never
Given me
Anything at allllllll
You are
Dead to me
Bleeding free
On the flooooor.......
From a Death Star of floating gold
No one knew your purpose
And if we tried we would burn.
I was a renegade
Full of contempt and self loathing
You were manic
your emotions stolen.
And iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii don't
Want to be the one to bruise.
And iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii don't
want to hide my hate
From you........
You would have never
Bled for me
Wept for me
You would have never
Given me
Anything at allllllll
You are
Dead to me
Bleeding free
On the flooooor.......
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