Killers Poems

The Killers of Happiness

The Killers of Happiness

Psychologists didn’t want my life, because I love God
They didn’t want my life here.– I respect the ancient past
The modern psychology tramples my life, because I love God

God gave my life; he created. Not a man, not a human. God didn’t create
He is eternal, I am not evil, but this is my

Big Example Of Kids Killers

People shall recall Netenyahu kids killer wanted for murder.

We Are 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

Jesus killers

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,

Soul killers

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

Killers

Feral pigs  
they have  
killed

The dream killers have

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

Killers

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...

Killers Aim

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

Loved and Hated

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

Recording a Rape

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

Killers of the Soul

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

The Killers Tale

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

Banditry

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

Human Greed

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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