I have a molten hatred
And I ooze contempt for you
My mission it is sacred
And I will see it through.
I'll devote my hours to see
That you don't get no rest
All will know your depravity
From East into the West
I'll keep you down I'll whack the mole
wherever your raise your head
I'll shrink your space, compress your soul
But your blood I won't shed.
We will steer your life, suppress your goals
You talk of rights, how quaint
Your ship will founder on the shoals
You'll fade away, like rusted paint
And there's a climax we have planned
A final horror show
Can't alarm you much, can't show our hand
Keep going with the flow.
You don't know our names
You don't even know the reasons why
You call us petty, invoke shame
But we will laugh, and you will cry.
If killing wasn’t a sin
I could finally win
I could stop living without disobeying God
Something that grows within me, it’s odd
If killing wasn’t a sin
I would slit my throat
Sending all the letters I wrote
Is there anyone who would mourn me ?
Will you, my dear ?
If killing wasn’t a sin
I would jump off a cliff
Right after one of our tiff
Just to make you regret
Just to make you fret and never forget
If killing wasn’t a sin
And I killed myself tonight
Will it be your plight ?
Will you realize that I was worth the fight ?
But killing is a sin
So I would never commit it
Despite everything, I’ll be nowhere in sight
Because your toxicity isn’t worth my time
manhattan roommate
brainwave specialist
blowhard rippling
always partygoer
dolphinfish royalist
turquoise irresistible
undrained rat
swearing yellowlegs
bearable humbling
houseguest behead
surrenderer bart
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 20–26, 2026)
On our way to a prison out of state
ConAir, the final phase
I was betrayed and now I've been caught
The Kangaroo Court a massive fraud
I can't remember, am I insane?
My mind is blank cause they emptied my brain
I will return, I will be back
I will get my revenge and I will attack
I don't care much about plans and schemes
Don't give a damn about any righteous dreams
All that I do, I do for myself
I never cared for anyone else
Who on earth do you think that you are
Without me you wouldn't have gotten this far
I've had enough of our private war
Why are we fighting, what is it all for?
To right the wrongs and fight the good fight
Living like you just wouldn't be right
I am a leader, I have the skills
Either you leave or you yield to my will
Our strong bond couldn't keep us apart
I always trusted you right from the start
You've been deceived, they're telling you lies
I'm still the same, I'm on your side
I can't believe you gave yourself away
Although it hurts, I will make you pay
Don't understand, can't figure out why
All I know is you have to die!
Let me tell you a tale—
Yes!
A story others told,
Of beauty written long ago
In ancient times of old.
Her eyes would sparkle in the night,
Her hair was spun as gold,
Which made the jealous goddesses fight
For all the Gods to behold.
Envious in their cruel design,
And bitter at the time,
A goddess cast a wicked curse
To strike the viewer blind—
Blind to the beauty in her sight,
An exile forced to roam,
For those who saw her feared the gaze,
Lest they be turned to stone.
An innocent woman of beauty,
A beauty to behold,
Cursed only by a goddess’ envy—
An ancient tale of old.
A Kingdom Built on Ash and Sin
For eighteen years, I was reared for the blade,
A lamb in a house where the monsters played.
They hid their sins in the floorboard cracks,
And led me home on my own bloody tracks.
A welcome-back trap, a dark, hollow room,
Where chants in the shadows sealed my doom.
They tore open hell and flung me right in,
Trading my flesh for a ledger of sin.
I woke to the cold, completely alone,
Stripped of my youth, my blood, and my bone.
Now they sit high on a mountain of gold
Built on the back of the child they sold.
Then came the husband, a beast of a man,
Who traded my flesh for a new wicked plan.
Deeply in debt to the legions below,
He threw me to hell for a cash-out show.
But the pit gave him nothing; his gamble fell through,
So he fled like a coward when the cold wind blew.
Now a collector from hell has crawled to the light,
Searching for souls in the dead of the night.
The ledgers are empty, the debtors have run,
But the hunt for their blood has only begun.
The demon is tracking the scent of their fear
To seal every fate as the reckoning draws near.
Crown of Shadows
I never longed for shadow’s crown,
But you kept trying to strike me down.
You played me false, you played me sly,
Now watch me strike and hear you cry.
You lit the spark, I fed the flame,
You wrote the rules, I’ll change the game.
You drew the blade, I wore the scar,
Now watch me rise for who you are.
I am the queen of night’s domain,
Born from betrayal, forged in pain.
The chains are gone, the mask is mine,
I walk the dark, my grand design.
You wanted war, I’ll give you more,
A thousand storms outside your door.
You called me villain, wrote that part,
But I’m the queen with a burning heart.
So, hear my vow, it’s carved in stone,
I’ll claim the throne you thought your own.
The crown is twisted, sharp, and true,
The villain lives, because of you.
— Fizza Bukhari
Echoes from the Abyss: The Day I Forever Fractured Your Mind
My words spilled out, a roaring gale,
A book reversed to drown your soul
To turn your fragile breathing pale.
I fired them straight into your head,
Like silver bullets forged of lead.
And there they strike, and there they stay,
To tear your shattered mind away.
An earthquake brewing in the dark,
Upon your soul, a permanent mark.
They stir and crawl from side to side,
With nowhere left for you to hide.
You beg to know the final cost
To win back everything you lost.
But hear me whisper, hear me mock:
I’ve smashed the key and turned the lock.
Deep in your brain, the rot will stay,
And eat your memories away.
You’ll writhe in pain, you’ll curse my name,
Forever trapped inside my game.
For time may pass, but you will yet
Remember me and never forget.
While make the circle complete.
Too exact Revenge
I hold a strand of enemies’ hair.
I will carve my exact revenge.
Plant the root deep down Hell
For her to be punished and held captive
Where she can’t reach it
Watch her burn, watch her sweat,
Just like she did to me.
Light a candle, read prayer
Burn strand over candle
Leaving candle all night
Preferably 3 am to 4 am.
ps. if not got candle , just touch picture
A curse for the wicked
A spell to exact serious revenge, if you can’t find a picture of your enemy, imagine where you last seen him/her. If you haven’t got a candle use this picture. Hold that image in your mind. Light a candle, stare into the candle with such hatred for the person/s then read,
I hate you so much
I want revenge
For what you did to me
I want you to suffer
In hell and feel the pain
Of ever destroying my soul
I want you to feel the agenising pain
I put a curse on you
For ever more
Leave the candle on all night, preferably 3 to 4 am.
The Last Train to Hell
You read my diary you stole in the dark
My private thoughts, a feast for your deceit,
Now you rewrite my sanity with lies.
You’re gaslighting me
I’m on the edge, a fracture made complete,
While you watch on with hollow, predator eyes.
Think you’re a friend? You’re a ghost, a fraud, a thief.
I’m gathering the breath to scream your crime.
Your reign is over; mine is the relief,
I imagine to do the same back
To take you down to the train station
And push you on the train down to hell
With one great push and we lock the door
In time for it to leave
The slain damned sister
Look at me while you sleep,
Look deep into my eyes.
Sink into a slumber,
Where you’ll never see the rise.
I’ll wash your face with falling tears,
That drown the sight in yours.
While every ounce of pain you gave,
Settles in our pores.
You’ll slowly fade to nothing,
A ghost of what was well.
Sleep tight, my love, forever
And find your rest in hell.
A Pit for the Toxic
Let’s pray for a bottomless pit,
A hollowed space in the heart of hell,
Where we can toss the toxic soul
Who rang my spirit like a funeral bell.
I remember the weight of her evilness,
The way she turned my world to grey;
She brought my spirit to a sudden end,
A debt I know she’ll never pay.
I cannot forget, I won’t forgive,
One silent push, I won’t speak his/her name
I’ll watch her as he/she tumbles in.
It’s just the final straw
So let us pray and push together.
Blame me if you really must,
curse my soul into God's dust.
Make a fist held way up high,
make fake tears whilst you cry.
Scream at me while you cuss,
call me out as treasonous.
Make believe it's all true,
pity contemptuously that's so you.
Tell my friends who you believe I am,
but they'll condemn you, amen!
God, he knows you all too well,
he has a good place for you to dwell.
340.
The Revenge of Match Girl
Never will I allow myself to die in this dim zone
Though the snowy night freezes me to the bone
I will not expire this way all alone!
Come with me my selfish & cold community
As I warm your houses alongwith thee
You also deserve to burn alongwith me!
So rise now, oh match girl and show them your wrath
This is the moment to bring this town to its blood bath
Add pain, subtract life, multiply death, divide homes – perfect math!
Oh little matches, let's begin with this dry barn – our chance
Let us confound these creatures from exit to entrance
Dodge with my army of flames as they try to advance
From house to house as we paint the town red
Like the fires of hell, like the blood of head
Like the wrath of volcano, like roses on bed
Burn! Leave no trace of this rotten civilization
This is the night of its fated extinction
Watch the Revenge of Match Girl in fullest demonstration!
-02/19/2015
(Dumarao)
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