At Nahal Oz, Hamas hurled a substance weird
It burst into flames, released a gas to be feared
Jews suffocated in minutes, but we don’t know
Who made it, what it was, nothing to show.
At a theater in Moscow, rebels came in
Took the audience hostage, in the cause of Chechin
Russian police made an invisible gas flow
Terrorists were led away, what gas used we don’t know
Tourists describe a chemical they call “devil’s breath”
Makes you a zombie, in some cases causes death
Some Columbians use it, so visitors beware
It may seem underhanded, but crime isn’t fair.
Madman in the commuter train, makes fake phone calls
To warn the commuters of drug aerosols
He says criminals can attack this way, and you wouldn’t know
That you’re a victim, of a gas drug flow.
He says he’s a victim, they got his keys
Then entered his house, easy as a breeze
Affected his behavior, damaged his brain
White coats lead this guy away, but is reality insane?
What you don't know can hurt you, and it gets worse
You can blame natural causes, when your luck hits a reverse
When your health goes bad, when troubles accrue
Now it's possible someone's doing it to you.
Love is sour
Love is sweet
Love is flowers
Love is sick
Love is freaky
Love is licking
Perverted power
Always needing
Love forever freely
I was a child, naive and care free
A soul of great curiosity
Then strong spirits poured into me
Seeped away with my purity
Siphoned my will so slowly
Drowned my heart in self-pity
...Showed me the way to misery
I was a boy without clarity
With no good sense of identity
Then a burning bush spoke to me
Dazed me aromatically
Consumed my prosperity
Changed me into a zombie
...Perverted my reality
I was a young man growing empty
Searching for some reciprocity
Then a bitter boy seduced me
Caught me with such intensity
Drove me to insanity
Stripped me of all dignity
...Made me my own worst enemy
I was a grown man filled with envy
Loathing my imps of atrocity
Then a black horse slammed into me
Tied me in reigns of sorcery
Drew out my dark fantasy
Taught my flesh true agony
...Put the masochist within me
Converted To Being Perverted
Trump's blood is both vivid and lurid;
Considered someone who is converted;
Could care less,
And life a mess;
Now a manipulator as well as perverted.
James Horn
Inverted Or Perverted
What if what cat said was inverted;
Maybe to some people is perverted;
Would scream;
Did seem,
Woem not meow he did and then did.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Was once an upstanding model citizen
But lately it seems much smut I do send
Where are my morals
Used to act normal
Now corrupted and perverted down to my end
LOL
Pathetically Perverted
What if rose petals I saw were really green
Yet still were the prettiest I have ever seen
Can't tell where leave left off and bloom began
So we had to come up with a great plan.
Went and bought red food color at the store
Put on blooms and aren't green anymore
But every time it started really raining
All of the red color off would be draining.
Now blooms became green and leaves red
Then discovered something I did dread
Just because color of rose is inverted
It ended up being pathetically perverted.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
PERVERTED
Perverted! Simply perverted!
That’s the state of this world
Where faith is faithless
And ‘gospel preachers’
Are ‘gospel needers’
What’s in this world
That is in its perfect position
Save the hearts of the few saints
That wholly follow Jesus?
This world is the opposite
Of God’s original plan
Men’s heart are a perversion
Of God’s original product
Perverted! Simply perverted!
I pray for you believer
Who wholly seek and follow God
That your hearts be not seduced
Into becoming like men of the world.
Yet, a casual sight can’t guarantee
Discernment of these perverted hearts.
So, look deep into God’s Word
And listen tenderly to His voice
So you don’t live a lie
And be like the flies
Who are buried with the corpse
And can’t be rescued, redeemed or saved.
Yet, a little while o perverted world
Judgment from God shall come to you.
So, look up to the Savior,
Justifier and Great Redeemer
Who for you, died and arose
So you can be washed and made anew
By the Blood of Him who can
Make you one of the righteous
In this perverted world.
A peculiar proclivity
I always dream of your pink embrace
I sit solemnly inside of the blood drenched summer without a worldly thought
I pray inside of your warm temple
A perverted proclivity
Sin is named my dream again
The tears in my eyes are now pieces of silver
The sky is dark and the everywhere dead
There is only the two of us
mirrored faces into jaded eyes
I used to dream of your warm,pink embrace
scared of the life possible to brew
My proclivity is dead
I instead travel inside of the shadows of darkest hue
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