Murder. Poems - Poems about Murder.

A FAITH-BASED PERSPECTIVE OF WAR AND ITS DESTINY Murder is a crime Unless it’s in war; Then it’s all legal: A death penalty For the innocent:- Our reality, Is not of heaven; Wars have no angels: Only its demons; Scavengers of peace:- Yet, let’s be of faith, Laboring in love God is on our side, And has canvassed hope: ARMAGEDDON:- ...

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Thoughts On War Questions When is war righteous? Isn’t murder a crime? Does not war murder? Can’t collateral Death be a crime too?: War can’t be righteous; Murder is a crime:- Wars do have murders, Collateral deaths Can be murders also:- ...

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IN AN AWARENESS CASE OF WAR Murder is a crime, Unless it’s in war; Then it’s all legal: The death penalty For the innocent:- Our reality, Is not of heaven:- Wars have no angels; Only its demons: Scavengers of peace:- Oh, let’s be of faith, Laboring in love; God is on our side, And has canvassed hope: Armageddon:- ...

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murder of crows was this decided before or after Poe’s poem? Wait That was a raven larger than a crow more fierce but still ugly with an annoying caw I understand where murder might enter into it ...

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he calls me a name I stomp his foot she calls me a name I pick up my hammer smash her to smithereens Her mistake? standing on my last nerve after a day of name-calling prison for life? worth it....

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A circus act A puppet A clown When you think of these you think of a Performance Or even entertainment You think of Comedy You think of Jokes You think of Laughter So what happens When you become the butt of the joke Where they are not laughing with you But at you Not because you're funny But because of what's being done to you Oh you don't know Well...

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I'm born to kill. My name betrays brutality in each grim ton. I'm all my moniker portrays. I'm born to kill. But can I stop what I've begun as my great appetite obeys a blood urge? Can it be undone? Will once I learn to change my ways? Will I break through to see the sun, so, my genes won't say all...

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Calm entity entered in disguise, silence before the scream, walked in flesh and clotted blood. No empathy, no sympathy— only rage and a ticking bomb. Each slay, barbaric despair. Each pulse, a metronome of fate. Each breath, a ticking alibi. Invasion. Foul play. Mind occupied, inquiring around— an art of silent prayers no one understands. Lucifer commands, all in delusion. Garnished trophies to remember the names. No fumbling, no rambling— only mind-twisted monsters, carved...

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Is it a gaggle of geese as the sky turns red or skein of ducks flying overhead instead into the wild blue yonder and as the crow flies it's not a murder nor a tidings of magpies there's more than one (for sorrow) the question I did surely ponder as they flew into the setting sun with sparrows I have no quarrel and yet with the wisdom of...

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Be a still shadow when the void is smeared onto concrete walls. The void— a deafening drone— devours shadows that dare speak. It closes in, fast— in my head it whispers: Join us. You are hollowed enough to blend in without fault. I sit still— because I was told: If I move—If I shiver— I become the smeared void....

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They were my gentile friends, ones I could count on They stood by me when times were tough A pep talk here, a couch to sleep on there They kept me from falling through cracks Year after year, we shared the cheers and the tears ...

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They say we Jews are afraid that no one 'now' will come to our aid Murder of Jews in America is multiplying more and more hate crimes, innocents dying ...

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Tho' not with a dagger in the library nor candlestick in the conservatory someone done the dirty deed and yet of bodies none were found perhaps the evidence had been concealed interred deep down underground so no one's doing time it was eventually revealed for the heinous crime of thuggery and skullduggery terrible as it may be where the skeletons are buried only the gravedigger knows and after...

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Your Death You died way too soon Sleeping peacefully on an October eve The night was too quiet Then they came Hunting down people who harmed no one Shooting them again and again Men, women, children, and even babies It seemed that no one was safe Awoken, all you did was sit up on your bed The shots echoed through your house One by one, each...

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I can feel it crawling underneath, underneath my skin today. Why should I even care now? its murder in the first degree. You, you're not the person i thought you claimed to be. why should i even care now? Its murder in the first degree. Now i can hear it calling for me. From the land of makebelive. why do...

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