The day that Armageddon came,
he thought the entire thing was kind of lame.
Nothing but the noise and smoke of a fiery battle,
and people, left and right, bloodily slaughtered like cattle ~
not much different really from any other mediocre computerized game.
The lamb Gods dear
Died for sins so bloodily
Setting us free to party, free
From punishment its fear
To those who have confessed
The church is willing
Murder rape and killing
To forgive, as you are blessed
Sinners please do go to jail
The conclusion I would like to give
To this horrid tale
No one for our sins should die
Could die. We will get by
Should the lamb of God for ever live
We flew past the dawn, defeated the sunset, enhanced the moon, ate the pie, sipped malt scotch, got inked and became sick in the head.
It was a bad rush in Russia where we met the queen of Spain and bought an old car, named Vex.
All for what? It was the last year of our lives and we wanted to live just a little. Did we do only ok?
I know you lie to our mother and smile for father. Me, I'm the opposite. I toast them bloodily and slowly on the stove.
I remember the past and live for now. My clock counts down. I'm on the way to China. Don't need my meds. Not with the clock ticking. Hurry, meet me in Chengdu.
You came in but the dog didn't bark,
Even the walls of the room knows the smell of your perfumes.
Your smiles were warm but heart dark,
Like a diesel engine emitting fumes.
Just like a monster in the building,
You attacked and tore through her hymen,
That hurts like hell and she's bleeding and pleading,
But you still spilled your worthless semen.
Years have passed,
And she is still perturbed.
The mess you left are bloodily versed,
She haven't spoken yet and everything in her world are today disturbed.
You took away her virginity,
And raped her to the soul without pity.
Dedicated to all the raped girls in Nigeria and all over the world.
Speak out and don't die in silence.
The Old Rugged Cross,
Where the foundation of my salvation was solidly laid,
Where the pain of my sin was brutally endured
And my visa to the city of Grace was freely given
The Old Rugged Cross
Standing firmly on a hill far away
Where my shame was gloriously taken away
My desire for a new life was bloodily granted
And my agony was sent to extinction
Oh how I cherish The Old Rugged
Where my new life was made new
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Cool breeze swept into the room
Sound of trees rustling and hustling
Birds were silent, winds singing
Fright walked in ghostly gloom
Here stood a bloody evil-like monster
A deadly giant of about seven feet tall
Crouched in the dark of the house wall
Crouching slowly, a mortal master
I held my breath behind the door
A bang sounded from behind me
Door locked and safe was the key
He banged the door the more
Baam! Baam!! Baam!!!
The bloody monster prowls like a lion
Its desire is to devour, thirsty for blood
Its heart brims in a boiling flood
“Be On Guard! Be tough as an iron!”
Had wished this monster will stay away
And not crouched behind the door
I have prayed to my Lord the more
Yet this monster prowls till day
At my doorstep is this bloodily beast
Haunted I go tainted
Life's made men darkly painted
Life has taken a turn and none knows the twist
Be on guard!
Enough, I'm upset you got that right
Wow even my stomach is turning
Does this ever end good for me
I've made sure I was careful here
It does not seem worth the promises made
Let my heart hurt
Let my head-ache
Let my voice quiet
Let my eyes tear
Let my spine shiver
Let my mind shock
Just let it go and go and go
Its like clock work and yet I'm amazed we dont hurt
Us people with softer hearts hurt further
No apologies and no understanding for us
Enough, Im cold-bloodily done!
Black Widow
With passion, cruel crept its way to life,
Doom of death championed the weak,
With mastery and prudence upheld in its thoughts,
Cold-bloodily it mastered its detriment and harm us,
No one knew when this dusk befalls to either,
Since it knocks and strikes stealthily,
Like a redundant it sound and coughs,
The bombshell of killing and chewing all,
Black widow, you wind and wound our windows,
No mercy to maim mothers and children of mother nature,
Our cries laments the sordid work you do,
But you help in balance of erotic ecosystem,
Oh! black widow, stop corroding us!
it isn't in the time, neither in the dream
nor in the feeling's vagueness
but it is to what uncertainty
as well the ungovernable hopelessness
- which here outline the notes
of a forgetful page, like a mark
will be going to melt away in the snow -
nearlier fix themselves onto, it is to that
you hand over, what of yourself
the memories leave behind and what never
admired you won't be able to gaze at
anymore... but it's the instant
it is the instant which snows of memories
ancient and lost, ravagely fascinating
memories, unforgettable emotions which
bloodily plunge their cutting sword into
your soul, and you, you aren't able to bear
your bundle of rags and doubtful intents
further on anymore, as under the dismayed
light of the misted illuminance life vanishes
The Poison, our kind seeks but rarely finds
We try to escape its consequences yet
We are always beguiled by its strong essence and state of mind
Protected by laws and rules set by Society
Atrocious, wicked Society concealed under principles and convention
Watching every step with a keen eye like a lion watching a feeble fawn
Waiting for the right moment to strike
Society is yet another quadruped, a toxic weapon, an envious bully
Annihilating anyone that dares to cross its Constitution
Despite this, rises upon us the Bold with lethal sword
Bloodily assassinating any contractions… and declares himself leader
Only then Society bows to the victorious
It’s a conspiracy; it’s a Fantasy, or perhaps a delusion
All which I know I’m Poisoned with no antidote
Somewhere
Hundreds and thousands years ago
A forbidden land prevailed
Of what I heard in past
The bloodily vapours they inhaled
A ritual as I read they had
For years and years they performed
Immortal had the upper hand, all the mortal they raised
Mortals turned to immortal being, immortal they praised
A skull was their cup of choice
And the human blood their drink
Of I heard what people said
There existed a rule then
Corpses killed the living soul
In the land of dead