Best Wickedest Poems

my friend,
          beacon, bright ...
               how you have bewitched my years,
     dancing on the wall of my room...

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We stood atop God's hill
among God's hills
and saw no mountains
where mountains are not seen,
but gazed hatefully, fearfully, longingly
into Satan's valley.
Ours was the grandest little hill,
and below was the wickedest valley,
and between was the contest of angels dark and fair
where the living is not easy
and the...

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In the city of the dead, underneath the whispering sands,
Lies a curse written in blood's script.
Beware defilers, for death's vengeance, guards
This sacred tomb.
Beneath wrappings decayed flesh and twisted
 Mangled bones,
A forsaken spirit, has been entombed alive.
The god of the dead, Osiris, has brought his wrathful
Judgment,...

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Decisions 		-	Divisions
Ingenious inventions
No will may stop the wickedest intentions
Particle accelerate
Universally formulate
We are division
Infinite density
In the vacuum
SPACE containing reality
Holographic projection
A myopic third dimensional vision...

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Will he rise up will he fall
He will ball, stand tall through it all
He will hustle until the man calls
All day everyday 'cause the game is plentiful
Will he live to see another 24

It's the corolation of the 'Hood Monarch'
nicknamed 'The Black Stallion',
He's the wickedest Don...

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Mother taught me to not kill,
Her holy book forbids it.
Written somewhere in its many pages is
"Killing is the wickedest biblical sin."
My mind holds me prisoner,
A self-judged convict-
For I have murdered men,
Buried them in the catacombs of hatred.

I have read about Faith.
How it opened shut-up doors...

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Like an eagle out of Egypt...flying faster than the wind
Leaving many shackles, chains and cages
Leaving sorrow and sickness and a multitude of sins
How, where or when? He really doesn't know...and really doesn't care
He only wants his freedom
Destiny awaits...he takes that dare
Super charged and scared soon...

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Dear God I been struggling all my life
for the sins I committed I paid the price
learned to live with regrets and sacrifice 
da da da da da da da da da da da




I contain unspeakable secrets in the depths of my mind
my eyes have witness...

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He loved in the most wickedest of ways
That’s the only way he knew how to love
Intentionally hurting and abusing when he could
Causing harm, I think he got off on it
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
He was so mean, it poured from his pores...

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Pagans Protest the Intolerance of Christianity
by Michael R. Burch

“We have a common sky.” — Quintus Aurelius Symmachus

We had a common sky
before the Christians came.

We thought there might be gods
but did not know their names.

The common stars above us?
They winked, and would not tell.

Yet now our...

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An unfruitful fruit                                          ...

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Surrounded by storms...they fill the sour skies
Surrounded by cyclones...they all scream chaos cries
Surrounded by sickness that brings death to the damned
Believers stay strong
We're all making our stand

Rebels soon rise like suns set to scorch
Like volcanoes of violence many true ones get torched
As they vomit their...

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Darkest heart a ruddy black 
Dried blood and static
Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space
The darkest night in deepest oblivion 
Of volcanic hell frozen in place
As millenniums fell, a black so deep 
It rivals your darkest heart, 
A heart of obsidian black seeps

Fragile as...

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Various Heresies 6

Altared Spots
by Michael R. Burch

The mother leopard buries her cub,
then cries three nights for his bones to rise
clad in new flesh, to celebrate the sunrise.

Good mother leopard, pensive thought
and fiercest love’s wild insurrection
yield no certainty of a resurrection.

Man’s tried them both, has added...

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Minute by minute is my fleshy integument perspired, 
Lathered and lathed and laved in my own shiny sweat;
And my heart it beats rigorously and unremittingly against its costal chamber,
In the iliac region in which its imprisoned;
My palms greased with the sweat exuded in the face...

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