Poems About Hate by New Members
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Poems about hate by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
Invocation
I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
#dark
#hate
#sacrifice #suffering
#sacrifice #suffering
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
Invocation
I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
#dark
#hate
#sacrifice #suffering
#sacrifice #suffering
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
Invocation
I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
#dark
#hate
#sacrifice #suffering
#sacrifice #suffering
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
23rd Jan 2025 8:45am
Invocation
I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.
In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.
By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...
#dark
#hate
#sacrifice #suffering
#sacrifice #suffering
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 3:02pm
18th Jan 2025 3:02pm
Feast of shadows
How could you take another bite?
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
#anger
#grief
#hate
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 3:02pm
18th Jan 2025 3:02pm
Feast of shadows
How could you take another bite?
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
#anger
#grief
#hate
88 reads
NoQuarter
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 3:02pm
18th Jan 2025 3:02pm
Feast of shadows
How could you take another bite?
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
Mouth already full of lies,
spewing obscenities from that wretched face you think beauty.
All your victims on bending knee,
broken, but too proud to flee.
You gorge on their fear, their hopeless pleas,
turning them to shadows in the breeze.
But still, your hunger will never cease,
For all you create is a world of grief.
You wear your mask like a crown of thorns,
bleeding others dry while you are reborn.
Each soul you consume leaves a hollow space,
A scar that can never be erased. ...
#anger
#grief
#hate
88 reads
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
I Cannot Forgive the Little Girl.
I don't think I'm actually healing.
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
#anger
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#rejection
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
I Cannot Forgive the Little Girl.
I don't think I'm actually healing.
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
#anger
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#rejection
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
I Cannot Forgive the Little Girl.
I don't think I'm actually healing.
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
#anger
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#rejection
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
I Cannot Forgive the Little Girl.
I don't think I'm actually healing.
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
#anger
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#rejection
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
2nd Jan 2025 7:32am
I Cannot Forgive the Little Girl.
I don't think I'm actually healing.
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
I just walk around with the ashes of a little girl in a jar,
And I claim that she is somewhere better,
Somewhere safer,
And that she's okay.
When in reality,
She is locked within my bones.
How much she cries daily sickens me.
Those ashes are just a piece of her,
But her heart stills beats a broken tune.
She begs for me to love her,
But I cut her,
And tell her that I hate her.
When I do try to mend her wounds,
They are cut so far down through the bone,
I vomit when I feel them. ...
#anger
#hate
#healing
#loneliness
#rejection
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