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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 Bullet One Gun

Away, far far away.

Is still to close.

Breaking my boundaries.

Just for you to breathe.

One breath.

One bullet to my gun.

One death.

I surrender.

When you coffin my 
grave with your nails.

Six is the pick.

To the measurement.

Into the soil by my soul.

Slaughtered to be 
tortured.

Into and beyond the 
depth.

Because I will drown 
inside mine.

Where I will curse my 
rest.

In the bed of the dead.

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Where Angels Die

Pioneered for extinction.

Engineered to be the cause.

I need not.

One prediction.

I feed my addictions.

That is my cause.

I need not.

Any pause.

I forward just to play.

Bleeding.

Eyes.

Blistered.

Lips.

So comes my fears.

With many tears.

Through every single.

Of my broken years.

I cry.

Where angels die.

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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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Xyz the Equation of the Dead

Once was, never the better  for feeling far worse.

Worse is when worse becomes even to being the worst.

Adopted by the attitude which is used by the rich.

Famous do no necessarily gather sincerity when being dishonest.

Stones are stones, yet some carries gold.

Years underground in the darkest graves.

Yields diamonds which tears the buried riches.

Why do we exchange to letter the poor,  the poorest.

Struggle becomes normal, rags dressed to be formal.

Food is the sacred passage whereby some have to survive.

That which is thrown  away by you as useless.

Builds another mans house.

A home, protection for his family.

What will be the outcome, to standby a fly.

Forming the part of society to standby the rest and watch the humans die.

Hunger for starvation is the equation.

Rich into greed without a substantial need.

The fraction to be a better man is to give.

XYZ.

Never has to be equal to the destruction of the dying dead.

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Lost Plus

The snow on the mountain -
The ice inside my head -
The water by the fountain -
The flow of voices which screams -
Flames into dreams -
Cast the fires of the dead -
Death does not have a choice -
She declared -
I am the prize -
I am mere a noise -
As blind i am to the bat -
I act to see -
I do not want you -
To be me -
Sacrifices i have to make -
For my heart -
Lost -
For my sake -
Price the cost of lost -
I am pale to be -
The one before -
Forsake -
I walk -
I am but last -
Lost to the trial -
Can i surrender -
Just -
Before i fail -
My boat trapped in a storm -
The gale without a sail