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Marik Ishtar Poem
So long have I waited,
when seconds go as long as hours,
Not understanding what or who
or why would they go out to me,
The monsters in my closet care free
they remain having a purpose of evil,
driven by teamwork and ideology they go after me,
One leads the other,
And ranks take place between them,
One is purple and one is blue,
One is blue and the other white,
yellow and orange never come out,
they observe with open eyes
and whisper evil with closed ones,
So long have I waited,
anticipating their reveal and their unknown purpose,
creeping out in the night,
staring at me while I sleep and hiding when I look up,
yet they rarely run since they know
I wont open my eyes.
So long I didn't know
I am the monsters in my closet.
Copyright © Marik Ishtar | Year Posted 2017
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Marik Ishtar Poem
I want it all to end.
Give me death.
Give me the end.
Show me the dark path.
Give me the salvation.
Break my hands and F me
from behind slit my throat and open my guts
Feed me my own liver and drink me my blood
Shove my hand down my throat and tear my neck open
Kiss me dry and F me hefty
Skin me alive and wear me like a worthless coat
Burn me living and crush my head with a hammer
Squeeze me so hard till my eyes pop out
Destroy everything about me
Cut me endlessly with a razor and piss on me
Feed me your S and beat me to death with your bare hands
Kick me till I puke blood and masturbate all over me
Collect my blood and paint my face on the wall
Rape me until I pass out and chop me with an axe
Dissect me alive while tied
Eliminate everything about me from this world
Wipe this world clean from me.
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three days pass
yet hopeful he is
emptiness within
little purpose in sight
prayers he sends
but little is there of light
is it a hopeful test
or is it a blasphemy quest
what does he have in mind?
the poor man has little life
little of will
and little of pride
he wanders his home
and perceives it collide
what shall I do?
where should I go?
the poor man asks
no answers to know
he waits still and duties fullfill
little does he know
his fate isn't ill
God is mercy
God is pride
God watches him
and with Devil decide
the texture of his path
and the hills he must surpass
the man sits yet alone
doing nothing
waiting to go home
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Marik Ishtar Poem
Cope with me then copy me
shifting as if no rules
exist and we're all fools
or is it a peculiar plan
to ask lies to be told
then suddenly and out of this word
take down the shameful mask
give me salvation
and give me your truth
never mind my temptation
just make me the ruse
flawed behaviors and forced tools
to make us all the same
then we'll be cool
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