With sugar stained lips
I walloped you when I said
‘I’ll hold your hand, if
you promise to not let go.’
Vengeance was a bar of soap.
Vengeance worms in its way
after art of submission falls prey
Bass slap riff and chords ring funky,
beats that warm the brass monkey
Visage
like a frightened owl
she gazes
into the looking glass
frozen foreboding
her lonely companion.
Shadows coil
viridescent and haunting
in the snowy canopy
of sardonic mist
where a bygone lover
moans his blood elegy
before a cuckolded liege
who brandishes
his razored lance.
I walk into the shadows as the crow calls.
With the power of silence, I listen as you fall.
In the realm of broken splinters of glowing cedar.
A promise of pain was given to me by the cruel reaper.
Alas, the moon speaks into the dim reality of lighting shadows.
The entity of infinite despair and pain extracts my sorrows.
Mystical realm, I beckon you to come forth from this horror.
I know that this malicious shadow will come for you in the hour.
Now, your reality reflects your malicious intent.
As karma is manipulated and reverses your content.
Your fall is a vagrant of vengeance served in a classy style.
Success is justice that happens when served with a smile.
I lie in peace knowing that your deeds of hatred are in vain.
With each shovel of earth upon me settled in a gentle rain.
Vindication’s Dawn
My soul does not crave the blade of vengeance,
Its fleeting sting, a hollow roar.
No, I seek the fire of vindication,
A truth that shakes the heavens’ core.
The universe, vast and woven tight,
Holds every tear, each whispered plea.
Its threads are bound by moral might,
A tapestry the Almighty sees.
No wrath of mine could right the wrong,
No mortal hand could mend the fray.
But God’s own justice, fierce and strong,
Will burn the shadows clean away.
I stand, unbowed, with heart ablaze,
Trusting the stars to sing His plan.
The righteous Judge, through endless days,
Will lift the truth where lies once ran.
Vindication comes, not soft, but bold,
A thunderclap to split the night.
The universe, in sacred mold,
Bends ever toward the eternal right.
With faith as steel, I wait, I trust,
The Almighty’s will shall not be swayed.
His moral fire consumes the dust,
And dawns the day truth’s debt is paid.
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Forgive me
or penalise if you wish to.
Remain not, a stoic
and lemme take in every breath of guilt.
The guilt, so monstrous,
always conniving to destroy my peace
If only, that's the act of vengeance
you seek.
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seeker of redress
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Forever, I lurk within shadowy wings
Betraying my friends for the silver it brings
Once I was the shepherd, 'n' leading the flock
Now I am the warden, 'n' guarding the lock.
Those who besmirch me, a'drown in the flood
The sweat from your nightmares, sustaining my blood
I, the creator of thousand-year rains
And I am the master of all that remains.
Unleashing a plague that none would believe
Commanding my armies to rise from the seas
For I am the Devil. Turn'd men into mice
And I am the lord of both fire and ice.
For I can be gentle, both charming and kind
To those whom the reaper has sent me to find
I am the 'darling' who hides in plain sight
But I am the cold 'n' the darkness of night.
The world is a crystal, the lines are unblurr'd
The rapture, delay'd until I give the word
I am the monster who smiles at your pain
Yet I am the mercy to heal you again.
Purveyor of sin and of poisonous wealth
Who drank from the grail of Jesus himself
I am the daemon who preys on the weak
And I am the keeper of all that you seek.
On this faithful day
Sudden gunshots everywhere
People running scattered
It's a dispute in my city
Gunshots everyday
So many innocent lives were taken unlawfully
People dies everyday just like mayflies.
Houses were burnt down
Leaving many homeless
Endangering so many lives
Agony everywhere
But the killing continues, no seizing of fire
Participants giving scores within themselves
Scores of numbers of the people they've killed.
Circle keeps repeating
Everyone avenging, death of their lost ones
It was a blood bath, until there was a victor
Prominent men in the city
Involved the government and more
Just like karma always visits, educating and repaying
Peace at last, amidst grief and vengeance
Welcome to the coolest city in the world.
Do what you like or want
But don't go beyond your limits
Don't bite more than you can chew
Don't ride on another
Because you got the powers
God take vengeance, good always prevail.
Use what you have
To get what you want or need
With integrity not dishonesty
guileless not cunning
Reason before you decide
Don't feed your negative traits
Kill it with justice against cruelty.
Nature is seasonal
People, money and more
They come and go at the right time
Make use of your logic
Pause, reflect, then you act
Variety is the very spice of life
Don't disparage any, life is a mystery.
Written By: D. Collins 10/30/24
On November 5th, we each will decide.
On whom sits in the chair in 2025.
Will it be morality coming through in the end?
Or uncontrolled rage laced with vengeance?
On November 5th, we each will decide.
On which standard we choose to live by.
A convicted felon with payback on his mind?
Or, that thing we call "goodness" we have inside?
La wicked bruja hechicera,
with an impious hex--
deep within the marshlands-
'neath a foul--swampy grave,
shall indeed summon
Pumpkin Head.
Rage's what he wheels,
from those who seek revenge;
Restitution for the reckless end
of a love-one, who's been slain.
Her Abyss fiend, ghastly nights
of vengeance spreads.
'Tis best and wiser yet
to kneel in silent prayer.
Repent, for it's the only tool
the hunted have to soothe
the impinging gloom
of dark that looms.
For those he stalks
don't stand a chance;
The Reaper's minion
feeds his thirst
with bloody-blugent preys,
la hechicera dooms.
Sinners atone, confronting
their fate--with a wicker fort
made faith that rots;
For pleas and screams,
like wood ablaze-only excite
his callus, morbid heart.
Condemned souls
who bear the witch's mark.
Hell hound will dissecting hunt.
For the following dawn
are found only severed heads
with bods from limbs apart.
Hurt to the extent
you still bear the torment ,
arising vile seclusion
Living in a world of delusion.
Many seasons elapsed
and your patience collapsed
With the heart of lancer
You venture out for an answer.
Swinging the sword of freedom
You rebirth as a new blossom.
Coming out of bubble
You are not, easy to cuddle
Digging out the buried truth
retrieving your youth, stolen ,
Leave them unforgiven
as you're beyond their control,
That's your sole goal.
When the foul whispers overblow
The wind will blow like sickle
The glib tongues of the perfect will rip
And like rotten papers, they will tear
The mouth that raged without reason
In pain, will cry a tear
And the hateful heart will burn
In it's flames, life will drown
No amount of saving will spare
The oppressive eyes cry regret
But the time is already too late
For the barrel has overflowed
Like trees, God's wondrous grace bestows
coverings which could transform my foes.
Those empty dwellings who do not know
His safe shelter when wild storms blow.
Grace taught my heart to fear the God
whose justice carries one strong rod.
When Christ became no mere façade,
that same grace calmed my fears, how odd.
My enemy, would-be friend, could know
hidden joys of grace if I disclosed
in a way, sincere yet un-imposed -
God's mercy and vengeance juxtaposed.
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