Reprobation Poems - Poems about Reprobation

...Dear Fate, I hate you. I detest you. I despise you. I loathe you in ridicule. I reject you outright. You are no good Fate. I am sure of it. Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.......

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...the moon commences its' illusion it rides the crest fully survivor of Roche's Limit survivor of human prediction filling the night with shadow my early morning walks the light in the distance ......

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...Probation sounds too probing, kinda dirty and/or messy, probably says we didn't work out, Then reset try again with closer and more sobering supervision. We all live within win/win shad......

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...Please Pogo music, wake me up. The night, now reduced to warm laptop light, is inching toward dawn. I pray to the patron saints of writers - is it Neri or Ávila? Whichever is on call I suppose. “I......

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...O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await Alas! By what right is such assailing amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew yet truth perseveres despite what o......

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...Alive, yet shaken to the core of her lovely bones youngest offspring unexpectedly lost control of vehicle and groans papa unable to comfort her, she inconsolable sobbing tears muffling thru t......

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...The wise man lives with a conscious realization that God sees knows and observes everything for He alone is the maker of all history nobody can change this fact whatever they bring The foolish ......

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...They ruined the lives of millions, bowed before strange gods and slept in coffins to make protect their evil money. They had sold their souls to the devil or their body to reprobate men......

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...hulAba Loo Juicy june Misty blue Fathom fair Everywhere I've divided the parcels Before they were mailed Ha, la la it's just a hulAba Loo Busted booms Out of room Impending gloom Wa......

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...I was renowned as Chief Buffalo Chips, a great leader of many tribes. I was given that pathetic name by my father resulting in a heap of gibes. But with a name like his, Chief Tater Chips, what else ......

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...Listen closely she said while the hallucinations came again My ears bleed in an audible silence that's to come The beating heart sits strong to prosper while I go down the drain Sounds of ......

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...In this evening, I wear the perfect smile, and, you’ll quake, in the wake of my guile Cause I’m the best liar you’ll ever meet, Because, In a way, I swear, I’d mean it Not, to say that I believe it......

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...(Manifesto) VIII … stop! - Skid! - Shift knobs, slide gears, vomit numbness, fondle!… the music of guillotines!… VII … unmannered retching! since everything is a percentage of death in mote......

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