MasakoAshton - Hello Poetry

One would wonder why a god would design a war upon his own creation Forcing the hand of the weak to the front the battle line Does he not care or is he simply not there? The weak step forward trembling at their knees Their eyes dart around knowing what’s to come Their enemy sly as a fox and strikes like a cobra One down Two Three Four Massacred they have no force Five Six Seven Eight They begin to plead They send prayers to the unknown god to be saved No answer is displayed Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Convinced themselves this is worse than hell Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen The last victim.. The age of the girl She fell to the ground as blood gurgled out of her mouth Skin pale as a porcelain doll with a pentagram cauterized into her skin Sixteen The age of him, the boy of unknown Valknut pierces him to the soul Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen All the victims lie there dead They never had a chance Twenty Twenty of them had quick deaths Twenty-one Twenty-two They didn’t get to chose The dark noose Twenty-three Twenty-four How many more? Twenty-five Twenty-six Death by sulfur Ashes blown away by the wind Resembling the destruction Twenty-seven Twenty-eight Both hoping for the heaven's gate To be shutdown by their true fate Should of had more faith Twenty-nine Thirty The dead could be awakened by their screams The predator devouring on their misery-filled pleas Thirty-one Thirty-two All to come Will die by the sword of life

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC

The People of Hell

One would wonder why a god would design a war upon his own creation Forcing the hand of the weak to the front the battle line Does he not care or is he simply not there? The weak step forward trembling at their knees Their eyes dart around knowing what’s to come Their enemy sly as a fox and strikes like a cobra One down Two Three Four Massacred they have no force Five Six Seven Eight They begin to plead They send prayers to the unknown god to be saved No answer is displayed Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Convinced themselves this is worse than hell Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen The last victim.. The age of the girl She fell to the ground as blood gurgled out of her mouth Skin pale as a porcelain doll with a pentagram cauterized into her skin Sixteen The age of him, the boy of unknown Valknut pierces him to the soul Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen All the victims lie there dead They never had a chance Twenty Twenty of them had quick deaths Twenty-one Twenty-two They didn’t get to chose The dark noose Twenty-three Twenty-four How many more? Twenty-five Twenty-six Death by sulfur Ashes blown away by the wind Resembling the destruction Twenty-seven Twenty-eight Both hoping for the heaven's gate To be shutdown by their true fate Should of had more faith Twenty-nine Thirty The dead could be awakened by their screams The predator devouring on their misery-filled pleas Thirty-one Thirty-two All to come Will die by the sword of life

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If it were to only rest upon my hands and breathe through my life.. to posses what others view when they smile fondly on their past instead.. I feel velvet scars rising forming into reminders; my dreams slept were only nightmares my dreams awake were only mirrors to night the only one to hold me was my dead teddy bear cold, stale, mildewed from my tears suicide preached upon, with words of parents A happy childhood is all I asked for..

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Feb 10, 2018

Feb 10, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC

I've Always Wanted a Childhood

If it were to only rest upon my hands and breathe through my life.. to posses what others view when they smile fondly on their past instead.. I feel velvet scars rising forming into reminders; my dreams slept were only nightmares my dreams awake were only mirrors to night the only one to hold me was my dead teddy bear cold, stale, mildewed from my tears suicide preached upon, with words of parents A happy childhood is all I asked for..

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If I had one more chance to say I love you; I would- the words of my mouth have been lost in the hands of a falling soul; myself If I could place your heart in my hands; it would be selfish of me though, now raids the guilt of letting it be so If I could tell you sorry; I would- for my heart aches of the pain you have suffered by my love my mouth remains shut.. My words of a lost mind may find you if they do- I apologize~ Sincerely, A Broken Mask

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Feb 10, 2018

Feb 10, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC

A Broken Mask

If I had one more chance to say I love you; I would- the words of my mouth have been lost in the hands of a falling soul; myself If I could place your heart in my hands; it would be selfish of me though, now raids the guilt of letting it be so If I could tell you sorry; I would- for my heart aches of the pain you have suffered by my love my mouth remains shut.. My words of a lost mind may find you if they do- I apologize~ Sincerely, A Broken Mask

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my lips utter my deepest confession into your listening ears "I love you.." yearning my heart hopes for you to truly understand my words this love is of an iceberg my deepest confession is to you.. how my body craves to be wrapped in the embrace of your warm arms to be delighted in knowing I am the cause of your precious smile to light up your eyes, to always see them shine my heart smiles in knowing your mine you offer me a hand, support to hold me up I can only hope that I will be good enough

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Feb 10, 2018

Feb 10, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC

Iceberg of Love

my lips utter my deepest confession into your listening ears "I love you.." yearning my heart hopes for you to truly understand my words this love is of an iceberg my deepest confession is to you.. how my body craves to be wrapped in the embrace of your warm arms to be delighted in knowing I am the cause of your precious smile to light up your eyes, to always see them shine my heart smiles in knowing your mine you offer me a hand, support to hold me up I can only hope that I will be good enough

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