Naajir
Bumped Today 5:02pm
7th Apr 2018 6:12am
7th Apr 2018 6:12am
GREED
admit it
i am your favorite sin
go ahead...repeat it to yourself
repeat the chant
greed is good
greed is good
greed is good
greeeed issss gooooood
feel so good just to say it yes?
come..let me take firm root within your soul
let my yawning pit of unending blackness
devour every morsel of your morality
strip you bare of your so-called ethics
render you devoid of compassion
allow me to siphon you...
i am your favorite sin
go ahead...repeat it to yourself
repeat the chant
greed is good
greed is good
greed is good
greeeed issss gooooood
feel so good just to say it yes?
come..let me take firm root within your soul
let my yawning pit of unending blackness
devour every morsel of your morality
strip you bare of your so-called ethics
render you devoid of compassion
allow me to siphon you...
#dark
#evil
#greed
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Bsp4444
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 2:19pm
5th Dec 2024 2:19pm
The Witches Coven
The evil once needed is once again,
in the realm of magic there is no sin.
When long ago the life of a child
could be sacrificed to a group of wild
and ravenous witches of the coven.
The coven needs, the coven desires
And the sacrifice requires the fires
to release the power of the child within,
this ancient practice must begin again.
The hunt, the capture and of course, the kill
Provides the coven their euphoric thrill.
Their thirst for power only brings
The hunger for more hellish things.
So, children roaming anywhere,
be...
in the realm of magic there is no sin.
When long ago the life of a child
could be sacrificed to a group of wild
and ravenous witches of the coven.
The coven needs, the coven desires
And the sacrifice requires the fires
to release the power of the child within,
this ancient practice must begin again.
The hunt, the capture and of course, the kill
Provides the coven their euphoric thrill.
Their thirst for power only brings
The hunger for more hellish things.
So, children roaming anywhere,
be...
#dark
#evil
#gothic
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oldmanG
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:12am
4th Dec 2024 4:12am
Data
Sell my data worth billions
Not paying for anything on your platform
Thought about buying something to check my heart out
I get a deal only 79 dollars
Think about what I’m doing
Paying them money while they get the data
That they’ll turn around to spin Billions
Social media should pay all of us
We influence what ads we see
Why do they reap all the money
When we supply all the data
Making Billions off of our thoughts
Building bunkers in Hawaii
Why...
Not paying for anything on your platform
Thought about buying something to check my heart out
I get a deal only 79 dollars
Think about what I’m doing
Paying them money while they get the data
That they’ll turn around to spin Billions
Social media should pay all of us
We influence what ads we see
Why do they reap all the money
When we supply all the data
Making Billions off of our thoughts
Building bunkers in Hawaii
Why...
#evil
#greed
#manipulation #technology
#manipulation #technology
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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
3rd Dec 2024 9:35pm
The Doom of Progressive Anatomy
Extending the life of those trapped in subjugation,
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
Agonizing torment—the modification of the enslaved.
Haunting vibrations echo through the air,
Pleading for mercy, but suffering is the only way.
Contorting bodies—the ramifications of despair,
Malevolent scenes, a choir of shrieking flesh.
A grim sight to take in,
The dawn of a new existence—
In control of soul and body,
Genetic reconstruction—the future in mass production.
A mind without emotion, to fulfill the maker's decree.
Instruments of destruction—entities devoid of personality. ...
#dark
#dystopian
#evil
#horror
#scifi
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Bsp4444
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 3:04pm
3rd Dec 2024 3:04pm
The Lucky Charm
Found in a dusty secondhand store.
Unaware of the thing’s lost lore.
The worn and ragged leather thong
Holding this thing that shouldn’t belong
To this world, this time, or this spectral plane
But it is here…and right now, just the same.
The simple pattern, the weathered design
Conceal the cruel intent to malign.
It hangs around the neck of the unaware
Sewing doubt, mistrust, and subtle despair.
Bought for its look of nostalgic charm.
Which conceals the reaching, stretching harm.
The “owner” doesn’t own this at all.
It’s they...
Unaware of the thing’s lost lore.
The worn and ragged leather thong
Holding this thing that shouldn’t belong
To this world, this time, or this spectral plane
But it is here…and right now, just the same.
The simple pattern, the weathered design
Conceal the cruel intent to malign.
It hangs around the neck of the unaware
Sewing doubt, mistrust, and subtle despair.
Bought for its look of nostalgic charm.
Which conceals the reaching, stretching harm.
The “owner” doesn’t own this at all.
It’s they...
#dark
#evil
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Bsp4444
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 2:57pm
3rd Dec 2024 2:57pm
Metamorphasis
It sheds its skin in the deep dark cold.
To distract from its form of old
Emerging to shadows, its purpose anew
Leaving behind its rotting sinew.
To hunt, to haunt, to spread great fear
Its malevolent purpose is made quite clear.
Feeding on our doubt and guilt
Creating chaos in the world we’ve built
With progress, technology, unending pace.
But what’s the prize to win this race?
More notably, what is the cost?
What earthly virtues have been lost?
For when this creature comes for you
Will you be able to see it true?
The...
To distract from its form of old
Emerging to shadows, its purpose anew
Leaving behind its rotting sinew.
To hunt, to haunt, to spread great fear
Its malevolent purpose is made quite clear.
Feeding on our doubt and guilt
Creating chaos in the world we’ve built
With progress, technology, unending pace.
But what’s the prize to win this race?
More notably, what is the cost?
What earthly virtues have been lost?
For when this creature comes for you
Will you be able to see it true?
The...
#dark
#evil
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PAR
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 12:00pm
3rd Dec 2024 12:00pm
Cinder Trail
Tough as a chastity cast iron scinth...
The reaper, always the reaper.
"Now I'm walking alone on the cinder trail."
Forget the cut deep in your flesh.
Face the night as it was a flash.
"Now you're walking alone on the cinder trail."
Shoot down your loose phantoms...
The king is dead and there's no other.
"Now we're walking alone on the cinder trail."
The reaper, always the reaper.
"Now I'm walking alone on the cinder trail."
Forget the cut deep in your flesh.
Face the night as it was a flash.
"Now you're walking alone on the cinder trail."
Shoot down your loose phantoms...
The king is dead and there's no other.
"Now we're walking alone on the cinder trail."
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#evil
#oppression
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Duice
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 4:27pm
1st Dec 2024 4:27pm
Exorcizing Demons (Part 4) (ExercisingDemons near-collab)
Walking abandoned faint section
of steel train track entranced
by opulent bug with a god complex
in murder of crows nest
Dante inferno hallucination drapes
bewitch stage scene entry
absent benevolence malice feint
convenes eternal rest
Fallen endlessly soul struck fowl
bestial wraith outside carnal realms
only rule at Tartarus entrance
was Allowed Temporary burning
Carnivorous phoenix leading eye (Job 1:12 view)
dichotomy Shrieks aerial ablaze
legendary incarnate landed
Craves carnage fiercely feast...
of steel train track entranced
by opulent bug with a god complex
in murder of crows nest
Dante inferno hallucination drapes
bewitch stage scene entry
absent benevolence malice feint
convenes eternal rest
Fallen endlessly soul struck fowl
bestial wraith outside carnal realms
only rule at Tartarus entrance
was Allowed Temporary burning
Carnivorous phoenix leading eye (Job 1:12 view)
dichotomy Shrieks aerial ablaze
legendary incarnate landed
Craves carnage fiercely feast...
#angels
#evil
#God
#monsters
#mythology
74 reads
3 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 9:05pm
27th Nov 2024 9:05pm
Storms of Diamonds and White Snakes (Cauldron Kill Series)
#curse
#daughter
#evil #sex
#evil #sex
41 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 5:23pm
27th Nov 2024 5:23pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation (continuation - 2)
(...)
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.
For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.
The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.
The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a...
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.
For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.
The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.
The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a...
#apocalypse
#evil
#God
#JRRTolkien
#morality
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Forcubanlinx
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 8:04pm
26th Nov 2024 8:04pm
Domain of Decay
The pain is real,
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.
destined to burn.
Into the abyss I must yonder,
Bestowing my soul
To the infernal father.
At birth, I was marked,
A stark reminder of the terror—
Forever lost, slave to endless gore,
Flesh decaying, death's stench, and horror.
Agonizing bellows fill the land.
Ashes of burning bodies saturate the living, coating my soon-to-be sadistic hands.
My new home, where the unholy dwell and life fades,
The nightly bells soften the screams
Of those charred at the stake.
#dark
#death
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
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PAR
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 11:03am
25th Nov 2024 11:03am
Even Sweet Girls can be Bitter Princesses
The crown is mine, said the princess
in a voice as sweet as snow.
None can play in this kingdom now.
Not a step, not a sound, not a show...
Until she says so, until she lets it go.
With a smile she took her throne
beneath the sky’s golden glow.
Her decree echoed through the land
and all the games ceased to flow.
Until she says so, until she lets it go.
The court stood silent, eyes wide,
as the princess ruled the floor.
Her presence strong, undeniable.
Her will, they would not ignore.
Until she says...
in a voice as sweet as snow.
None can play in this kingdom now.
Not a step, not a sound, not a show...
Until she says so, until she lets it go.
With a smile she took her throne
beneath the sky’s golden glow.
Her decree echoed through the land
and all the games ceased to flow.
Until she says so, until she lets it go.
The court stood silent, eyes wide,
as the princess ruled the floor.
Her presence strong, undeniable.
Her will, they would not ignore.
Until she says...
#dark
#depression
#evil
#fairies
#oppression
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