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Best Poems Written by Unic Cjonr

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Sven Even Seven

Shadows which walks, 
silent.

Are choiced not to talk.

 Stabbed in her heart, 
very violent.

 Grey is the silver lining 
of my  blood.

I am fevered by the 
reverted.


 Payback will be the 
revenge on black.

 I will never defend.

I will never receive 
what was never send.

Coffin to offend my end.

 Treasured to be sunk.

Sink the weak to be 
pleasured.

 Underneath the cover.

Crave the crazy  smiles.

Of  the wicket.

Simple sided sickle.

Sick means six before 
seven.

Same to hells gate 
behind heaven.

Unsuccessfully sixed.

By Sick Six and her Sven 
Even Seven daughters.

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When Tomorrow Comes

I see stars through the 
darkest of nights.

I can feel the magnetic 
echoes.

Drawing me closer to the 
moon.

Although I am blinded by 
being high.

I see the rainbows. 

After my sin is washed 
away.

I feel the love on a 
battleground.

I see the blood painted by 
hate.

Coloring the land red in 
circles.

All around.

I crave for my violet arms.

To survive another day.

I crave for my poisoned 
veins.

Flowing with the constant 
pain.

Just one break.

I need.

To give.

Not to receive.

Not to deceive.

I fly without touching the 
blue skies.

I fly where angels die.

I say tomorrow will be the 
end.
 
The promised day.

Futured by feature.

I say, I say, I say.

I drive with my mind.

She is behind the wheel.

I drive my life  straight 
into the tunnel of shame.

Measured against plastic.

The steel is cast but 
moulded into clay.

I forgive the ones I hate.

I forgive.

But not to be forgiven.

This is my wish.

This is what I will pray.

When tomorrow comes.

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Red Rose Rise - Tales of the Fallen

Linear, by the way you think, smells the breath, tasteless, by the way you talk. Blood brings not only life, but closer to the steps into death, behind my back is fitted, your beloved knife. Surrounded I am, excluded by division, I multiply my suicide without sincere attractions. Black is my night, blacker to my grey of day, the ones I hate, the ones added to the sum of all my fears, none ends with any happy tears. I see no rainbow in the skies, burn only the dragon with the fiery eyes, I am committed to my addiction, why be the spy that shies. I believe what you believe to whatever you believe, do you here me cry, before my lies I have said my farewell, that does mean goodbye. What waits for eye, is not the sight I will sell a bat, the broken gates to hell. Punishment will be, punishment will learn to see, if by chance the thought of giving, broken I will be, damaged I will heal,I will feel, I will bleed. Indirectly, your worst maiden to a mistake, let me rise immortal on any land, understand, my hate will not be painted black. I am a bleeder, I will walk in blood, and forever, will never be long enough. Red Rose Rise, I will wake alone, prepared, on the land of the Slayer. Death will feel the anatomy of my breath, north to south and east to west, killing is after fall, what I do best. Fear, is my only quest, and yes, I 2, have failed the test.

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My World Is On Fire

I cannot paint my soul to form a portrait.

I am no saint.

Not to one color and not to a brush.

I stare hopeless into the above.

Can this universe be my curse.

In the clear blue skies.

Where the angels die with the butterflies.

I bleed.

Through my sinful eyes.

I am lost.

Will I be found.

Before the nick and before my time.

I am standing on the land of Corn.

Where Death stagers and where Decay was reborn.

I feed my blood to the spoils on the battleground.

I am dead to the unborn.

Darkness surrounds my damaged soul.

Turmoil thunders inside the depths of my mind.

I see silver in the moon, but I am feeling grey.

I am white, but I am black to her back.
                               
I look out of my window.

Fires are burning the land into ash.

I do not see one tree.

My arms are bound.

My  wrists are bleeding.

I am cut, but not by the cross.

I am nailed, into my coffin.

Although my wounds are healing.

I am burning with scars.

My world is on fire in the tornado of rain.

My turmoil of thunder is the depth of my pain.

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One Place

Walking inside a forest, I am overcome by the sincerity of silence.
The heavy noises of the rustic city has finally been killed.
Death has dawned to quite the normal sounds which so easily interrupts the flow to our ear hearing mechanisms.
I took one deep breath, then another.
Pure by form, the lush transparent oxygen poured into my lungs, without one drop of pollution.
I am filled with a sense of clean assorted happiness. 
A different kind of energy, unseen but heartfelt.
My senses are being renewed by the taking over of a younger spirit.
One which belongs to the spirit of the pine forest.
Suddenly a portrait appeared, painted by a new vision by my bleeding eyes.
Tears filled in the cavities of my skull.
I only felt happiness beating in my heart.
One with clear blue skies.
One with crystal clear lakes.
One with snow covered mountains.
I stood and stared in awe at the wild wilderness.
Am I truly part of a generation which will destroy this wonderful planet.
One where I am free.
One which is only for my eyes to see.
One in which I want to be.
I realised then, I have to save Mother Earth.
The place of my birth.

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Dui Witch

You Will Hear Her Laughter
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Shriek In The Skies
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Hide Your Daughters
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She Wears No Disguise
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She Flies On Her Broom
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She Never Bends Or Tends
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Mind To The Spoon
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She Drinks Neat, Her Jacks
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She Ace Her Blacks
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She Is The Witch Of Hadditats Clove
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Around And Around She Rides
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Far And Beyond But Never She Will Hide
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Drunk She May Be
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Yet You Are Too Scared To See
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Hide You Do Behind The Stove
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Lucky You Are, Someone Is Funked Drunk
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She Is The Witch Of Hadditats Clove

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I Feel

Till death.

I will not part.

Pre-post of a mortem.

Again, nine never sides by ten.

Inverted by my broken heart.

Inserted by the needle.

Poisoned veins.

Venomous brain.

I am slain.

I will obey.

To the man in the mirror.

The one person I know.

The one filled by terror.

I scream.

I see.

I feel.

Not.

I feel.

Nothing.

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Fear, I Do

Spiked by the needles inserted 
through my arms.

I bleed with my anxieties.

I need to fix my needs.

My veins thrash inside my flesh.

I want to break free.

Just for one day.

Bring back the real me.

I beg the man in the mirror.

The glass is cracked.

The frame is on fire.

I am burning.

Release me, please.

Demons which crawls before 
they  stalk.

In the darkest hour and beneath 
my  shadow.

They roam freely in the back of 
my mind.

Scraping the walls clean in my 
brain.

Yet, not relieving my pain.

Nothing matters to nobody.

Why should anything.

When nothing should.

The place where and to I walk. 

Poisoned by the shades living by 
the rules of paranoia.

I feel them hanging onto my 
soul.

I smell them when the wind 
blows. 

As my darkness breaks.

I will never be set free. 

Fear, I do.

When I have to stare into the sky.

When will forgiveness rain my 
way.

The day when death begins.

Will be the end of my story.

When I die.

Surrounded by the flies.

Surrounded by my endless lies.

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Sugar Candy Bloody Pain

Broken promises by 
your blistered lips.

Same as mine.

Without a shine.

Curse a breath from 
the rotten marrow 
boned inside your ribs. 

Expell the taste of the 
torn thorned thief.

Broken bones and a 
snake spiralled spine.

Wipe your mouth to 
inhale a set of relief.

 Vengeance seldom 
strikes with gravity.

The force is measured 
by the smell in your 
cavities.

Run along the path 
made with ice.

The cold in my heart 
has passed the way 
twice.

 I have never fallen 
with the damned.

Included by the dark, I 
am.

 I blame a world, 
secured by greed.

 I flame my world by 
destroying the lifeless 
seeds.

 Messages from my 
brain.

I am again, coated.

With sugar candy 
bloody pain.

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I Do Fly

Outcast, before 
the thunder.

Lightning strikes 
my visions at all 
times.

Outlast, I do the 
storm.

My turmoil is iced 
by the mines of 
crime.

Guilty I am in the 
desert.

I do have the sand.

But break I will not 
to my oath on 
Gods land.

Whether or not I 
am the king of 
liars.

My truth is the 
truth.

My words will not 
sooth.

The outcome of 
violet by my 
violent desires.

I will never.

Not even after 
forever.

Be the one.

Which choose to 
loose.

I do fly.

When I am high.