Poems About Murder Seeking Friendly Advice
#murder
It Wasn't A Wonderful Life
Some people were upset and they said it was unfair.
George Bailey killed old man Potter and he went to the electric chair.
George discovered that the eight thousand was stolen by Potter.
George became enraged and he was angry enough to slaughter.
George went to Potter's house with his gun and he shot him through the heart.
As they strapped George to the electric chair, he knew his decision wasn't smart.
George refused to have his head shaven and his hair burst into flames.
Poor George truly became a hot head and he only had himself to blame.
George...
George Bailey killed old man Potter and he went to the electric chair.
George discovered that the eight thousand was stolen by Potter.
George became enraged and he was angry enough to slaughter.
George went to Potter's house with his gun and he shot him through the heart.
As they strapped George to the electric chair, he knew his decision wasn't smart.
George refused to have his head shaven and his hair burst into flames.
Poor George truly became a hot head and he only had himself to blame.
George...
#death
#fiction
#murder
#parody
#Christmas
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Something to do with murder and love?
#angels
#devil
#love #murder
#love #murder
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Black and Red
It asked how I feel inside
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
and I replied
black and red
Are there other words to use instead
I’m sure there are but like I said,
black and red
If you peeled it all away
all that stays is
black and red
Bleeding like a river
as you start to shiver
a soft sweet whisper
black and red…
#dark
#MentalHealth
#murder
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Humanity?
A
highly
advanced
Brutally
backward
peoples
Murderous
psycho's
by Jemia
highly
advanced
Brutally
backward
peoples
Murderous
psycho's
by Jemia
#humankind
#murder
#oppression #war
#oppression #war
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The Shame Of Their Perversions
She is at again,
lulling a new clientele
with the promise
of eventual release
From city to city,
displayed completely
drawing their eyes
to the assets
There are always those
that pay a little extra
to spend private time
in that cramped little booth
wanting her close enough
to smell her
She performs for all types
married men
lonely singles
even couples
Nobody is ever told,
where they are going
and that works to her advantage,
the shame of their perversions ...
lulling a new clientele
with the promise
of eventual release
From city to city,
displayed completely
drawing their eyes
to the assets
There are always those
that pay a little extra
to spend private time
in that cramped little booth
wanting her close enough
to smell her
She performs for all types
married men
lonely singles
even couples
Nobody is ever told,
where they are going
and that works to her advantage,
the shame of their perversions ...
#evil
#horror
#lust #murder
#lust #murder
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The urn
Seven minutes remain of this simulation
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
where I have laid, restless to study this morning
my hands in the sodden sweetgrass where my skin was moistened
by death. It was the bloom that said don’t go back there, to the darkness within the shroud. The light at dawn wants to listen
to gunshot flair in the morning breeze. This day, you were framed in rage. Teeth gnashed and full throttle.
This day, I was the white heat of guilt, hands cramped
and muddied by the silt of forever. I was blended—
my emotion raw on my voice box, screaming “Why...
#death
#murder
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Isreal, Notrael (5-7-5)
Why
are
we
funding?
Netanyahu's
genocide
War
crimes
Palestine
by Jemia
are
we
funding?
Netanyahu's
genocide
War
crimes
Palestine
by Jemia
#money
#murder
#war
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War Beast
Netanyahu
name
Genocide,
is
his
war
game
A
shameless
monster
by Jemia
name
Genocide,
is
his
war
game
A
shameless
monster
by Jemia
#monsters
#murder
#war
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Griming the ivory
The depth of your sorrow was visual
Written in the tattoos that you wore
You were discarded, forgotten and empty
We offered you roses
but you fixated on the thorns
Just thirty-one
and already
so broken
The drugs were your handler
Laying out every waking second
A lifestyle tethered to your spirit like moss
Covering every inch with its breadth
Parading over the ledges of death
To choke you of life
and honour
Darkness moped over your existence
Griming your ivory
Paling...
Written in the tattoos that you wore
You were discarded, forgotten and empty
We offered you roses
but you fixated on the thorns
Just thirty-one
and already
so broken
The drugs were your handler
Laying out every waking second
A lifestyle tethered to your spirit like moss
Covering every inch with its breadth
Parading over the ledges of death
To choke you of life
and honour
Darkness moped over your existence
Griming your ivory
Paling...
#dark
#murder
#sadness
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Murder at the Orient Sexpress Chapter 2
#erotic
#murder
#mystery #scifi
#mystery #scifi
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Murder at the Orient Sexpress Chapter 1
#erotic
#murder
#mystery #scifi
#mystery #scifi
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The Pistolphiles
" But Jesus said, Suffer little children,
forbid them not, to come unto me:
for of such is the kingdom of heaven "
not hasten their deaths with guns, can't you see,
In mass gun-death sites, of kids, to clean the gore,
they've to bring in specialised cleaning folks
to scrape the walls, ceilings, furniture and floors,
schoolrooms and malls turned into abattoirs, no joke.
Who champions such things, who lets it begin
those who allow carry and concealed carry? In my eyes
there's thousands of you, brainwashed to this...
forbid them not, to come unto me:
for of such is the kingdom of heaven "
not hasten their deaths with guns, can't you see,
In mass gun-death sites, of kids, to clean the gore,
they've to bring in specialised cleaning folks
to scrape the walls, ceilings, furniture and floors,
schoolrooms and malls turned into abattoirs, no joke.
Who champions such things, who lets it begin
those who allow carry and concealed carry? In my eyes
there's thousands of you, brainwashed to this...
#GunControl
#murder
#rhyming
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