Best Apollyon Poems

If they shall not fall on their knees in my presence then so be it the will of my 
principles to see fit and destroy...

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“The Last Mothers of Mars”



When the strange ones came
we thought they were 
angels sent to save us

Open hearted 
we waved our welcome
we were not warring,...

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and deep I went, to the master's pit,
a leech, a brand-fire, saw I lit,  then
down among the throbbing roar, there 
stood a spectre, drenched...

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"For as they were in those days before the flood... so the presence of the Son of...

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"Rapido" 


walks on water fast
salty trinity 
soul heeling

a pearl reflects wisdom
on indigo see, the mirror mapped
dancing with diamonds 

the light shows 
characters 
rippling mirages 

compasses...

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Key to the abyss opening 
Cern is a wormhole experimenting into dark matter 
A satanic program making attempts 
to open the porthole to hell 
The...

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eagerly often overzealously she'd take
side of the situation and straddle
what her opinion was
I looked dumbfounded asking
why is she her and what is
her role
in the interactions...

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Entering into a town called, Nain; noticing this funeral procession passing by
A widow and her only son having compassion, Heaven's Messiah: caesura ? Eyes
Towards celestial's...

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this...

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You know, tis somewhat easy to understand Apollyon as your
Crew holding a tad bit, in misery projecting towards an imperfect
Time but cool kids just never...

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Sunrise does he who formed the eye not see past the dawn 
rising from the place of it's setting weakness of will 
turning the potters...

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When men exalt gifts above the giver with the heart venerate idols of their heart so it becomes hidden art not a jot or tittle...

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Apollyon is His name
He will sing for the Day
When the World will turn into ashes...

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Hell has opened its mouth and spit forth Apollyon.
A brutal beast wrapped in a cloak of deceit.
A grandiose idealist with evil intention.
A reaper of racism.
A...

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this...

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