A man who is hurt beyond words
Begins to think of crossing swords
The air rending with harsh war cries:
"Shame on who for cowardice flies!"
A man who is hurt beyond words
Terrible things does to binding cords:
No more rushed "Hellos" and "His"
He leaves minds to find out the 'Whys?'
A man who is hurt beyond words
Accepts to fight in feared fjords,
On combat scenes there with war drum
That must talk or he'll war tunes hum...
A hurt-beyond-words: The pissed off,
Whose real self someone has switched off!
Yes, we have made God angry. And,
with that: He is showing us his Power by allowing what is happening
to exist. He will take those who are worthy and leave those who are not.
Prayers may help and you will know He Is God. So, Pray for Strength and Courage in these times.
Forget what you may own, and cling onto one another. For this is all we
have. And this is what may save us.
For what I was pissed by
I do not know
Or care for that matter
The Dare
More of a challenge really
testing your pride & confidence
At that moment I spoke of the Dare
I had no position in the outcome
ending here or there
Accepted
proving pride and confidence
ending over there
Minutes passed
Nothing really to remember
for years and years
Slowly through the seconds
so gradually
as if the sun had rose
there was sunshine
shining over my skin
a new warmth and comfort had come over me
In that moment
it was cemented in me
only to fade away 6 feet under ground
ever so...ever so...slowly
Look deep and hard
Into my eyes.
What do you see?
Neither pain, nor demise.
The burning hatred
Like fire inside
Heats up the very beast tonight.
Play coy.
Pretend it's fake.
Show all.
This is just a game.
When the time comes,
You wont be laughing.
When the time comes,
You wont be smiling.
In the distance,
There will be a scream.
Not of joy,
But pain and suffering.
This little game
You tried to play.
It got tried, weak.
Now your worst fears are here.
Be prepared.
I am no angel.
I'm not a devil.
Play me as a fool,
I use you like a tool.
I'll watch you cry.
Hurt. Bleed inside.
Watch thepain shine through your
very eyes.
Yes, in the end
I will be the one laughing.
Yes, in the end
I will be the one smiling.
While you risen so high, off your
stubborness and pride.
I'll enjoy every second
When you fall
Weak as you lost it all.
Your game is up.
Enjoy this bringing of hell.
For.. It's my turn now.
That was a massive wild pig indeed,
by a young Alabama boy shot dead,
but he should have let it live instead.
I feel so embarrassed and offended -
the poor animal's name was Fred!
(This is a fictional poem)
You put dye in my friend's water supply and turned his skin green.
I knew you were a low life but I didn't know you were that mean.
People laugh at him wherever he goes.
Children have rocks that they throw.
My friend got revenge by telling your wife about your girlfriend who is twenty-two.
Your wife beat you to a bloody pulp and then she pissed on you.
You've been talking about pulling another prank but I wouldn't if I were you.
Because if your wife finds out about your new girlfriend, it's untelling what she'll
do.
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