Screams in the daylight
No judge nor jury, bad sins
Archipelago
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economical text much inferred
few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
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runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
poems this mine here else often lists
economical text much inferred
few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
is new question un marked re able
s pa
ce s
runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
A step ahead
of Satan
a lifetime
on the run
A pitchfork in
my rearview
the outlook
zero sum
My energy
depleting
my feet begin
to slow
His flames are
hot upon me
my fingers
start to glow
The years I’ve spent
and wasted
the loved one’s
in my wake
Their memory in
the ashes
Gehenna
— is my fate
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
need not be conspiracy
nor parade of lunacy
or ignore bear
and fold in despair
putin put in prison
with warlords clinton bush
obama trump biden
to gehenna all push
this coincidence
though not providence
consequences still apply
when russians die
iranian friends fry
hezballah hamas fail
gazans who live do so in hell
created by modern israel
who is loved by corina machado
asking hatchet for maduro machado
and gives aid to our good saint zel
so progressives pink washed
don't want you be squashed
but let this sink in
as advocate violence
and boost cause silence
merrikka israel win
time after time again
for sake of all love god
don't be a brain clod
while ukraine remains cannon fod
Would you love me again
If you see me in gehenna
Would you hate me still
If you see me in heaven
This angst of love and hate
Will it end here or in limbo?
Since I know nothing over time
Of your disposition to me
My heart has become droplets
In the realm of nothingness.
This is not the entity that has been touted and written about
since the times before tamed fire
It is fire, it is malevolent and for that reason it entices me
Enveloped in a shroud of rage unrelenting
Uncaring in its timid posture, it sits patiently
light caressing its curves like a flamenco dancer
In the veins of a volcanic structure, streams of magma
flow slow and serene, effortless in its fervency
I see it staring back at me, and I must pay my dues
for such a crime to even think I could withstand it
My fingertips wavered within its presence, and yet
with daring stupidity I embraced it, the entity
I believe in the torments of Hell now, this is not of Earth’s soil
Lightning flailed like a wailing newborn within me
With every breath I took, every single one,
was a step towards inevitability
The bellows within my body were a searing forge, the sands
of my finite years turned to glass entering my airways
But oh what divine fruity ecstasy you are
Gehenna, this entity that offers me spiritual sustenance
in this experience of culinary S&M
When the husky sound of the horns
Resounds on the edge of the universe,
The Lamp will fight again
And don his crown of thorns.
For the last devout effort,
For the last holy sacrifice,
For the last bitter thirst,
It will be time to dive into Gehenna.
Swimming through laments and pain,
To redeem the condemned souls,
The forsaken, the pariahs, He will face
The demon army in single combat.
The defeated angels will neither be slain
Nor kneel this time but will light up
To extinguish
The infernal furnace forever.
I let myself fall into guilt, time stands still,
you say your heavy words while I try to grasp them,
I’m tormented by the sentences they utter speaking through my behalf
as I try to mutter
You’ve led me in this dark abyss the void fully consumed me feelings all
blacked out,
tell me why I cannot find the light, for your spirits are weakening me
I’m trapped in this darkness, the demons that come from your mouth tear
me thoroughly,
my yells are hollow, unable to be heard, the words grab my fragile arm
pulling me to my fate
This lamentation is immortal in this realm,
the voices call to me from the distant hallways,
I gaze into the mirror in my hands, gleaming with rusted metal
revealing a distorted image of me transparent and translucent
My appearance cannot be seen as my tears fall to the surface,
they break the glass within every drop,
I then vanish as the vestiges of my heart meet its time,
my light is cast away, the stygian has met me
filling my heart with the darkness of mine.
THE HARD DAYS
Way to vision is full of gloominess,
Many obstacles are hide in it like evilness,
Tremendous lightning of will power can supersede it,
Just command yourself to do it,
Sometimes circumstances are not auspicious,
Shattered hopes tell to kill the dreams and itself,
Life feels like gehenna,
Seems like as if burning on the grave of hopes,
Gather the shattered hopes and move towards morality,
Be patient and wait for the opportunity,
Oh! Look opportunities are falling into my hands,
Like god is showering blessings on me
flowers in bloom have taken the place of withered flowers,
Hard days will be remembered till the last hour,
- ASHNEH SINGH
There are always repercussions for those who commit wrongs
Those who lie like a snake, forked tongue like deadly prongs
The evil ones who sin, who sooner or later must pay the price
for atrocities against mankind, the cost of their immoral vice.
The rat has been caught. For his fiendish actions he will answer.
May he be tortured by much pain in the war he fights with cancer.
I'm with those who think a demon's life is not one worth saving.
I hope he will be well aware of the white flag Russia will be waving.
What fate but death should be the penance for anyone who slays?
Putin is the greedy maniac who set an innocent country ablaze.
If he is cleared of his ailment, God's hand will never set him free,
for he will never know a moment of peace in Gehenna... for eternity.
You have heard that it was said to your ancestors
'You shall not kill
And whoever kills will be liable to judgment
‘But I say to you, whoever is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment
And whoever says to his brother
Will be answerable to the Sanhedrin
And whoever says
'You fool' will be liable to fiery Gehenna
Therefore
If you bring your gift to the altar
And there recall that your brother has anything against you
Leave your gift there at the altar
Go first and be reconciled with your brother
And then come and offer your gift
Settle with your opponent quickly while on the way to court with him
Otherwise your opponent will hand you over to the judge
And the judge will hand you over to the guard
And you will be thrown into prison
Amen
I say to you
You will not be released until you have paid the last penny [MT 5:21-26]
perishing at the Second Death
Ohhhh.... If only you knew just how I feel "Right Now".
All would cease to exist in your meager life and "You"
would come for me.
Not even the "Underworld of Gehenna" itself could keep
you from taking me away in your arms and freeing me
with your kiss.
Can you not sense that I am ripe for the taking....
as a sweet fruit well preserved, and yearning to be
devoured?
Gone are the days of valiancy, the days when you
rode hard and fierce to captivate what was yours.
Yet, "Right Now" only in my secluded mischief do I
feel the heat of your desire and witness the
power of your demand.
Today's world have made you a distant mirage that
"You" can not measure up to; and, "Right Now" you
are only a shell of your greater days of glory.
Disappointedly, I keep my eyes tightly closed
in my devised notions, for I do not want to
look upon your weakened form... "Right Now".
Head of Department of Discipline,
Manager of Correctional Intervention Division,
Follows orders from on high.
Not an independent entity,
Adversary to the Lord of all people, places, and things,
Appears as a roaring lion looking for someone to devour,
To ensnare us like birds then drag to Gehenna
Just outside the city.
Rather like a thorn in the flesh ordered by God for good,
Delivered by the messenger of Satan to preempt conceit.
Change is rare without pain, repentance as well,
A gift from above to effect good growth
In character, heart, and behavior.
Pain is an alcoholic's friend.
Ask any recovering addict.
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