Long Apollyon Poems

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 Shiva destroyer...

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 Gangster Hip hop is a perversion of poetry
a chant of rebellion, in notary,
serve me upon high times  noteworthy high ego 
malign a strategy to have you leggo your humanity 
and follow the not...

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Revelation chapter nine the fifth seal judgement continued

During those days, men will seek death, but will not find it; they will
long to die, but death will elude them.

Commentary

The scorpion stings were so severe, that the...

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When men exalt gifts above the giver with the heart venerate idols of their heart so it becomes hidden art not a jot or tittle has passed from the law not in Rome or New...

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                  In the quiet whispers of dreams,
I dance with shadow's ebonescence,
as photonic particle - collider, 
photosynthesis derider, 
unveiling...

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Elan's word?
Zulu's sword?
Heartsichordiums-convulsive-verb
"Anabantium", O wraith of mord.

So is it, it is for Hilerides-Dales, 
which green-discourse, 
Southeast of Wales 
or some other perch 
of liaisoned Angeles-porch ? 
Is one-way with a steep of glades newly born....

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“The Last Mothers of Mars”



When the strange ones came
we thought they were 
angels sent to save us

Open hearted 
we waved our welcome
we were not warring, then

we were peaceful
we were noble
we were gracious

plutonium waves hit us
hydrogen...

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"For as they were in those days before the flood... so the presence of the Son of man will be." - Matthew 24:38-40

I see them, though they...

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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and deep I went, to the master's pit,
a leech, a brand-fire, saw I lit,  then
down among the throbbing roar, there 
stood a spectre, drenched in gore


when challenged, did he rant and rave, 
to find...

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Hell has opened its mouth and spit forth Apollyon.
A brutal beast wrapped in a cloak of deceit.
A grandiose idealist with evil intention.
A reaper of racism.
A shameless rapist of intellectually rigid minds.
An artful ruler of schism.
He...

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eagerly often overzealously she'd take
side of the situation and straddle
what her opinion was
I looked dumbfounded asking
why is she her and what is
her role
in the interactions of
these people.
I found mettling into there relation
fascinating and it made
me...

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If they shall not fall on their knees in my presence then so be it the will of my 
principles to see fit and destroy them. Man is cattle and I am their shepherd let...

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You know, tis somewhat easy to understand Apollyon as your
Crew holding a tad bit, in misery projecting towards an imperfect
Time but cool kids just never hold signs I mean Abaddon can't you see
Kind of like...

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Entering into a town called, Nain; noticing this funeral procession passing by
A widow and her only son having compassion, Heaven's Messiah: caesura ? Eyes
Towards celestial's holy skies; reaching, as touching Love's throne; their Angel pours
Bohemian's...

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"Rapido" 


walks on water fast
salty trinity 
soul heeling

a pearl reflects wisdom
on indigo see, the mirror mapped
dancing with diamonds 

the light shows 
characters 
rippling mirages 

compasses peppered 
rapt in black 
and blue velvet

soon arrives the Morning
like...

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Sunrise does he who formed the eye not see past the dawn 
rising from the place of it's setting weakness of will 
turning the potters clay upside down 
hiding their deep council from the Lord...

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