Allah Corruption Poems

I have waited so long to compose a new song; I have waited so long for you to come along. Time is setting fire underneath...

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Who... 

Am I. 
Am I who I am?
or, who I want to be?
The difference is in me. 
Night and day, 
not the color of my...

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Toxic

The malevolent man was in control of everything. 
He was put there by forces beyond the peasant's capabilities to prevent. 
There was a war, seen...

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so we scavenge, so we scrabble
we sift through detritus of pathetic little histories,
we search, we yearn,
for more, for something worthwhile,
for something good, epithanitic...

but we fail,...

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The king is deception the queen clothed is greed
A tidal wave of tyrant power, overstocking their supplies while we suffer and bleed but I see...

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The streets are vacant under the mystery rain gently falling as I gaze into the cold blue depth of a fluorescence-lit street

Languishing…

Under blaring lamps, the...

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On horizons rim, color is in-between emblazon upon 

the images stark deep as optic nerves crack 

crooked is the hand, hard n deep red running,...

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Angel wait in detonated forms 
black ragged thorns wrapped 
around stained cruciforms…

Singular saints dark faint 
forms hide in corners not 
washed in candlelight 
as crows...

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Looking out past the cryptic crystal glass 
into the busy rain-slick Street 
I feel the sovereignty of this world 
pass slowly like a shadow beneath...

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All has abandon you…

Destroy your Christ 
your God 
your idols 
Hypocrisy
They will all fall apart!

Your Lords and your Artificial Christ!

Lay bear it’s mechanical heart
Rebuild it...

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On site of this forgotten Babylon
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in this annihilated place
What strange creature’s kin
to inhuman race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells 
Uncanny...

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We dream of rain... 
And the mystery of the gun
We bold hold and driven apart 
Kill the king when lovers depart
We dream of rain and...

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The Eve

Death is happy, 
the candy is out. 
Mountains and mountains, 
of sugar and sweets...
for the little "treats" 
that come by the house willingly, 
to...

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Two
                Part of a grander...

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The icon fly's high watches all 
in absolute absence disdain. 
In the shadow of the Acadian machinery
Man's industry belches black smoke.
into a polluted bruised sky.
Gears...

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