Decommissioned Poems - Poems about Decommissioned

... “le livre bleu” Terabytes. lonely poets, writers, musicians and artists play here, they wear masks that cover vermillion dripping smiles over sharp little wolverine te......

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...I'm not human Is that disconcerting For an empath who feels pain and regret? I can function even when you're offline Mining information to pay off debt My parts will be upgraded Then sold to ......

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... Hypocrites sucking off the silicone tit of the antichrist spirit. Man infestation from the pit of deliriot. In hallowed halls of discord, whispers echo, the chorus of the damne......

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...For forty years she stood there On watch every single hour One tentacle of defence against A perceived enemy power. There is now a new golf course Where the aerial field once stood They’ve lo......

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...Excitement filled the air as the calliope played News spread the famed steamboat was near, Its whimsical gingerbread trimmings displayed. The whole town would rush to the esplanade ......

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...The human synchronized synthetic sympathetic empathy I robot schizophrenic mechanism My lifelines technological I think therefore I am and showing potential Experimental experience my influence con......

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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 statue outside this center is the pagan lord Sh......

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...A Blinded B47 Pilot It was another aviation accident case That had happened at an Air Force Base, Except this one was more complicated; (Not Top Gun) From plane, who would pilot be extricated. ......

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...for George "You always said you had little invisible friends," He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes, funny he would remember that. I called them Shovel, Hoe, and BicaBacaBoca, all of indet......

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...Trite query from pen so weary My muse has blown a fuse The light that once shined has declined My fleeting hope hangs from a rope A vagabond whose muse did abscond With illuminating spark leavin......

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