Scam,
Beware sinister sham,
Damn!
SINISTER
Why prove it?
Prove that you’re significant to the a purpose that has no
sensibility,
In a world where we conform to that which surrounds us.
Does it make sense?
With this we ponder each day,
That your right is the only right and that the only validation needed
is yourself,
The opinion of others doesn’t matter,
Self-absorbed is the only thing I see,
Maybe, Maybe not, but this is what I can conclude from this.
Deeper I seek to find an answer to this madness.
How can we confirm what is evil from hate?
The greed for superiority with failure of morale
Can you ever really hide from Human Evil?
It never really goes away,
They are born in arrogance,
And will become egotistical it’s a must.
To play this game,
Where we never win,
This game of pain,
This game of torture and misery.
What can we really do about it?
But to let it be…
Karma wins..
Maybe not now ,
But eventually it always does.
Chins up and best of luck…
He slips the noose around her slender neck
Cloaked and masked with heavy breath
He can't help but be obsessed
All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound
The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed.
The dead in their eyes is magnificent
Ivory skin - chill to win
Realm of the dark, lips apart, he just has to do it - again and again
The equinox of evil with the essence of sin
Is it vanity or insanity - his dressing up to lure them in
Disquiet Devilry and a sip of gin and the perplexity of the evil twin.
The morbid beauty of death and dying
The lovelies I have twirling in the twilight
Death has changed my life - the quiet peace holds the ladies and - I tight
The divinity of debauchery - death is not treachery
It's like an estuary of decadent innocence.
Dainty damsels dangling Breathless but fabulous
Envisioning slitting their throats as if they were flowers
Heinous and horrific the macabre abounds
A carousel of corpses, a ballet of cadavers, a symphony of death
Dazzling
The eloquence of the end-of-life - exquisite and eternal
His masterpiece just hang'in around.....
Sunshine in rain,
And midnights in vain.
Eyes are wide open,
But vision is already broken.
I appeared to you as a whole,
But you went slicing through my soul.
Taking you to a point of no return,
Witnessing the iced topping on every sinister burn.
Sympathy is asked by the weak,
Love and affection is all they seek.
We've come too far from this phase,
Every scar from my memory has already been erased.
But somewhere it's still residing inside of me,
Which won't let me set free.
It haunts me at every point of my existence,
Yet I proved out to be quite persistent.
This battle will continue until I flee,
And a new personality will take over me.
History as always will repeat itself,
And in this memory, I dedicate this turn of phrases to my dead self.
Mary had a little lamb
She'd cooked into a stew
She drew the blinds while in the yard
expectant ewes did too
No nazis exist in Ukraine.. We hear such? Well time and again.!
After thought on this matter
I'm ignoring the chatter, for in Canada
They are found, now its plain!
To Calgary some made their stampede.'
14,000 is one strong concede.'
zekensky often visits, giving fist pumps
That limit..Any faith in the parli-amentary
Creed '
Dark grey clouds begin to form in the morning sky
Strong winds develop leaves begin to fly
In the distance, a boom of thunder creates a sinister sound
Rain pours from the heavens scattering children from a nearby playground
Up above lightning dances across the sky
Small planes become grounded far too dangerous to fly
Storm drains start to overflow too much water to bare
Time to seek shelter no time to spare
Trees from a nearby forest begin to sway side by side
A car pulls up the driver offers me a ride
An act of kindness I can’t refuse
I found my escape from this incredible deluge
We drink your blood while we laugh at you in your drowning lungs we feast on your skin and flesh. We are hyenas that stand on two feet we serve leviathan melter of those that sleep.
What plot is this, what dark and muffled muttering,
so sinister and secret in the morning fog ?
What evil beings are these black cloaks covering,
so earnest and impassioned seems their dialogue ?
How cruel and misjudging to suspect them thus.
Huddled against the chill, they’re waiting for their bus !
The Bible acknowledges it.
The psychologist rejects it.
The atheist dismisses it.
The criminal excuses it.
The opposite of perfection.
Humans fall from their high station.
The result of disobedience.
Evidence of man’s rebellion.
We are all infected with it.
No one on earth can escape it.
We are all affected by it.
Try as we might, we can’t tame it.
It not only affects humans
but also, all of creation.
It is the root cause of evil
and causes natural disasters.
Education cannot cure it.
Psychologists cannot treat it.
Surgery cannot remove it.
Home training cannot correct it.
An educated criminal,
Is still a criminal at heart.
Psychiatrists can treat madness,
but they cannot correct badness.
Governments cannot outlaw it.
Prison walls cannot contain it.
Nothing can eradicate it.
We all just have to live with it.
God has the plan to deal with it.
He gives victory over it.
Soon He will eradicate it,
by destroying Satan with it.
It takes your money and robs you of time,
Chimes for attention, and rings with crime.
Your give it the power to mold and control
Unending hours, absorbed by its hold.
An instant response is expected, demanded.
Heeded is good but delayed? Reprimanded!
All in-person prowess becomes diminished.
Face to face talking so rarely gets finished.
A bully’s bat and a hacker’s treasure
Anonymity’s cover and popularity's measure.
The catfish pool where deceivers swim
And ransoms demanded at every whim.
Larceny’s tool for the unsuspecting,
Innocent calls for fund redirecting.
Our sense of purity known implicitly,
Is replaced with images shown explicitly.
It was made for our good, but buyer beware
There are dangers galore lurking there.
Be not deceived, what you hold is quite sinister
That cell phone of yours is a devious minister.
Here lie the remains of a minister
To the ladies he did administer
His charms never lacking,
He was seldom slacking
But his motives seemed somehow sinister.
Written November 18, 2022
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The sinister witch with the gruesome green face and black hair
Was shaking her dreads and they leaked havoc in the air.
They are dripping tar and guck another witch said in despair.
I noticed also that this weird witch had the face of a mare.
Tell her! My sister, the troublemaker said on a dare.
I kept it to myself, for I am not as bad as Cher.
My sister who loves to stir up people until it’s not fair.
She got hers in the end when she was turned into a bear.
I cannot find The Excellent
In what is Largely Repellent:
If one swam a cold river,
One was liable to shiver…
I won`t heed Lord`s Minister,
Who dwells on The Sinister:
Often about Mortuary
Rather than Clean Sanctuary:
Neglected Nude Sinner`s Corpse
Which on trodden bare floor drops!
Your Priests who watch White Clerics
Have never heard them drop clicks,
During Sermon try a scowl
Or before its end dog`s growl;
Your Evangelical Schools
Have been breaking The Rules
Forget the crowd they do pull
Church to capacity full:
Time they threw in the towel;
Some can do well trowel…
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