Killers Poems - Poems about Killers

Who, is beneath the breath it lives A soul, being of what aspects we walk In us all, smash a bug; kill a wasp Just how much does it take pull a trigger Insane anger from where in it come Life or death we do what can survive Threat to our lives, we kill all...

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Jesus's killers I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I had known for thirty years but never met was there. Do not exist, was the answer. I wrote my name also; it appeared I didn't exist either. I did once when thinking it was vital, but some ladies in Jerusalem had deleted me. The ladies in Jerusalem are dedicated,...

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Soul killers Rats running, dancing, having fun in my life My heart hurts, full of suffering and bleeding Walk in my purple sea, the beach is a desert life There are no more beings, killed all by psychologists No psychology Only God Please ...

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Feral pigs they have killed...

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all night too plan would I be their tortured for another day their shapes trickling from the edges of the fire See I magine a group of shadows gathered round a fire I am weird cause none of ewe Are me like Freak my badge of On our on hair of the cat with a Cheshire stare Hatterly in the mem brain act Like soup man Buy in bulk Banner...

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Killers Thinking before death and planning killing. Transform your plans into breath by breathing. To eternalize your progress that sheds light on your future. Killing the baddies of the past for evil pain. Sleeping with the sound of matter approaching for death... Counting your steps after death! Calming down in your new position... Feeling unchanging body functions without followers... ...

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They all think me more than I am Must be these songs I sing again and again Even I’m starting to believe in them I wish I could start this life over again Till then I’ll forget these feelings ever happened Erase these visions from my mind Perfectly balanced, well read with a killers aim I die a little with every...

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Those who love the badgered Greek, His eternal comfort seek, Had to him killers' plans leak That they'd take him to some peak And there his flesh pierce - A Beak, The Torture to last a week And leave him mortally weak... Foes who claim he calls one "freak," Never saw in him The Meek, Wonder why he's in their creek, Think his voice...

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It is one hell of a risk Away The Cops could Stan whisk, By Jeff's window with a disc They'll think he's there to things frisk, Although, slow Stan's moves not brisk... Stan means recording a rape; He's gone there, too, with a tape Any funny noise Clean Escape; He's learnt to jump like an ape... But Jeff has got a shot gun; If he...

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Do not covet the good fortune of others Greed and envy are killers of the soul. Achieving on my own, that’s my druthers, That is when I feel complete and whole. Greed and envy are killers of the soul, Good rarely comes from what isn’t earned That is when I feel complete and whole An important lesson in life I’ve learned. Good rarely...

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Constrained, calm and cold, absent all strife Puerile, placid, flaccid in life Nothing to venture, little to gain No bones are broken, no blood to stain… ...The tipping point looms, brain barely roils Testosterone screams, blood pressure boils Guts gorged and griping, grab for the gun Head for the highway, ripping to run Relentless reaper, sight seems to shrink Sirens start shrieking, lights locked...

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Say ‘Yes’ to infantry Not to Banditry: To a nation-shepherding troop, Not to a wealth-chasing group From shattered homes Or discontented domes. A mass approach to violent robbery By haters of stories that targets were slippery, Enacting scenes unspeakably horrible Just to make annoying failure impossible. Treasure-Crazy killers At times, televised in thrillers But scarcely a heralded team And at whom smiles don’t beam. Alass! A much unchecked bloodletting In...

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We, the human race are destroying, our only place by cutting down, our life filters and becoming, the human killers We build, with concrete jungles causing us, to huddle in bubbles while turning the sky, into a fry with our smoke, that can only choke We breed, like a petri-dish and we kill, so many fish while filtering poison, into our waterways and allowing plastics, to...

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The more we killer of the masked virus The more we are killed by the virus thrash -16.06.2020 Chattogram...

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I have a confession to make I have a teeny, weeny slightly crazy morbid fascination with serial killers There I said it Judge me all you want But that won't stop me from Fangirling over charles manson Watching rerun upon rerun of hannibal When I tell my mum I'm finishing my homework At 3 o'clock at...

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