akn - Hello Poetry

k.e kingdoms electrique the son in Window hunt windsors insane and dangerous bro in my spiritual mic ritual understanding double rep - one nation venom with white skin look keep emergency poWer autority rude boyZ one one i return here no trepassing just a liquid snake Konami bro' speak not without peace and Dickinson the sentence like free world in latin but i rest good boyZ in the Hood poor to power we - us is dark dragon my light HOrse fight chut ! smoke and see - just against muself my skin i Don't know, my spirit is pain my hand breed my eyes are bird my neck is the reborn just the street wait unicorn i kwa just palabra understandin from undaground slayer ko of shadow lux box and very very money in my roots twin with oblivion - # take my hand it's my voice guy. f*ck in computer never die never more here true i true no?

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Feb 4

Feb 4, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC

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k.e kingdoms electrique the son in Window hunt windsors insane and dangerous bro in my spiritual mic ritual understanding double rep - one nation venom with white skin look keep emergency poWer autority rude boyZ one one i return here no trepassing just a liquid snake Konami bro' speak not without peace and Dickinson the sentence like free world in latin but i rest good boyZ in the Hood poor to power we - us is dark dragon my light HOrse fight chut ! smoke and see - just against muself my skin i Don't know, my spirit is pain my hand breed my eyes are bird my neck is the reborn just the street wait unicorn i kwa just palabra understandin from undaground slayer ko of shadow lux box and very very money in my roots twin with oblivion - # take my hand it's my voice guy. f*ck in computer never die never more here true i true no?

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in books, wings belong to those who are free, under the skies! Transmission tree Knowledge lost one two three Tomorrow, I lose today I win The gamble makes us go crazy He takes drugs / like that It's always the same circus act Day by day, I shrink Seven at home, a ****** life We pull off stunts, we score points Always in the game, man Enough joking around, it's our junk You have to have guts, make some money or end up Being really rich isn't cheating To please to the point of making others proud I think it gives me ideas of strength Sometimes you do better and better every day And the wheel turns, you have a blast Not true; but it's almost the same. The state lies, the system is rigged, it bites, man We pull on the rope, hang you from the beam We flirt with death, the others can go **** themselves You'll never be rich, ******* you're crazy, ******* But you're crazy, I'll **** him, yeah, no messing around These guys, their ***** go ahead, little one, play the poet Break into a bottle of bitter flame May everything burn in my mother's eyes at night Victory is ours. Victory is noted Sad Chopin piano in C minor and badly spoken in truth The bench is empty, the kids are into poppies We dispel problems with acid spray Men's body hair, all big lost souls, easy I'm talking about your rouqthhugcgotic, the mood is tracksuit and we're freaking out Want the sit', the pit eats the bowl, we sell **** we make oinchi office to No room for us in the molar's **** at the back of the class Very stingy with soul, you know where the problem is, we're from where the baths steal our dreams No future, no present, just business, all non-binary, just the kikishtameregros We all go into the zin, among themselves they don't know the sulfur, blow the sticky ash Wait, on this fat beat I take off, pass the ***** girl, I'll give you a ****** like drags, 25 cm, just the street, hard From the straight line, no time, traitors, nothing, fire I want that income like a snob, I'm high, the beatdowns, we only know how to do that But it won't make the money, I only want it in the back Kilk, bro, slam poetry, poets, that's not the thing Life devoured by the world of different people We're getting used to it, nothing but the dowry for the female dog It's in the book, so go laugh at me, ******* The world is too late, we manage to take everything I'm sixteen, I'm behind the door, yeah, the blood, what's it saying, the money's sleeping, the rank What they say at the ball is doing something long. Everything is so small since we've been dragging our hatred, he died from that one Now the barbarians are us, Pablo Escobar!

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Feb 4

Feb 4, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC

triple ***

in books, wings belong to those who are free, under the skies! Transmission tree Knowledge lost one two three Tomorrow, I lose today I win The gamble makes us go crazy He takes drugs / like that It's always the same circus act Day by day, I shrink Seven at home, a ****** life We pull off stunts, we score points Always in the game, man Enough joking around, it's our junk You have to have guts, make some money or end up Being really rich isn't cheating To please to the point of making others proud I think it gives me ideas of strength Sometimes you do better and better every day And the wheel turns, you have a blast Not true; but it's almost the same. The state lies, the system is rigged, it bites, man We pull on the rope, hang you from the beam We flirt with death, the others can go **** themselves You'll never be rich, ******* you're crazy, ******* But you're crazy, I'll **** him, yeah, no messing around These guys, their ***** go ahead, little one, play the poet Break into a bottle of bitter flame May everything burn in my mother's eyes at night Victory is ours. Victory is noted Sad Chopin piano in C minor and badly spoken in truth The bench is empty, the kids are into poppies We dispel problems with acid spray Men's body hair, all big lost souls, easy I'm talking about your rouqthhugcgotic, the mood is tracksuit and we're freaking out Want the sit', the pit eats the bowl, we sell **** we make oinchi office to No room for us in the molar's **** at the back of the class Very stingy with soul, you know where the problem is, we're from where the baths steal our dreams No future, no present, just business, all non-binary, just the kikishtameregros We all go into the zin, among themselves they don't know the sulfur, blow the sticky ash Wait, on this fat beat I take off, pass the ***** girl, I'll give you a ****** like drags, 25 cm, just the street, hard From the straight line, no time, traitors, nothing, fire I want that income like a snob, I'm high, the beatdowns, we only know how to do that But it won't make the money, I only want it in the back Kilk, bro, slam poetry, poets, that's not the thing Life devoured by the world of different people We're getting used to it, nothing but the dowry for the female dog It's in the book, so go laugh at me, ******* The world is too late, we manage to take everything I'm sixteen, I'm behind the door, yeah, the blood, what's it saying, the money's sleeping, the rank What they say at the ball is doing something long. Everything is so small since we've been dragging our hatred, he died from that one Now the barbarians are us, Pablo Escobar!

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I agree, okay - the very dark black stars, go ahead, tell us, little bear of the plains, poems about the invisible color of pain we are lost, aren't we, far away, yeah, very the stories all say we'll end up alright, right? but that's a terrible lie, an impossible promise So, come on, life is long - where do you really come from, boy? son and undoubtedly one day a father to have more toys What kind of game do we play when we're nobody on earth? I want to die to be reborn in the sense of giving birth Let me make the right choice to see the singing tomorrows Yeah, we've gotten used to it and followed all the lines, go Love me, love me.

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Feb 3

Feb 3, 2026 at 3:43 PM UTC

love me

I agree, okay - the very dark black stars, go ahead, tell us, little bear of the plains, poems about the invisible color of pain we are lost, aren't we, far away, yeah, very the stories all say we'll end up alright, right? but that's a terrible lie, an impossible promise So, come on, life is long - where do you really come from, boy? son and undoubtedly one day a father to have more toys What kind of game do we play when we're nobody on earth? I want to die to be reborn in the sense of giving birth Let me make the right choice to see the singing tomorrows Yeah, we've gotten used to it and followed all the lines, go Love me, love me.

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There's not much left on my bones, and the tremors continue. Can I really hope for a better idea of the end than pain (it's engulfing me)? I feel like I'm everywhere in some kind of bubble of acidic liquid, almost naked. Before you (you, yeah, you!), and I'm afraid of this fear that makes me sweat. Stream Island, I must remember a refuge To get me out of this night without my sled (my rose). The world is so cold, winter in their eyes. Tell me it's war for the ice floe, **** it. The feeding frenzy, the purge, I'm going to make all these feelings disappear. Pennies and blows of **** all that it brings (nothing, baby). I no longer have any notion of love, lost and broken, we are now. The risks it entails, death and suspicion at every door.

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Feb 3

Feb 3, 2026 at 9:11 AM UTC

my god

There's not much left on my bones, and the tremors continue. Can I really hope for a better idea of the end than pain (it's engulfing me)? I feel like I'm everywhere in some kind of bubble of acidic liquid, almost naked. Before you (you, yeah, you!), and I'm afraid of this fear that makes me sweat. Stream Island, I must remember a refuge To get me out of this night without my sled (my rose). The world is so cold, winter in their eyes. Tell me it's war for the ice floe, **** it. The feeding frenzy, the purge, I'm going to make all these feelings disappear. Pennies and blows of **** all that it brings (nothing, baby). I no longer have any notion of love, lost and broken, we are now. The risks it entails, death and suspicion at every door.

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Leave alone ! almost close to falling My soul in the center of the circle humiliated this is my price, freedom the poet is devoured dragonfly morose poet lost bare stomach on the ground implore the stars - more poetry just mind chaos and frustration without it I am a waste of humanity drawing from the blood like a parasite of myself you understand this thing, you know that I tread on death like an idiot in a sneaky and sick game **** poetry everywhere and me this awful mirror you child poets and child soldiers of the future Hello, poetry and thank you for letting me get lost in this Goodbye to the night, goodbye to life, goodbye to the wind and hope Nah! I will live again to know you in the dead world.

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Feb 1

Feb 1, 2026 at 5:49 AM UTC

so alone

Leave alone ! almost close to falling My soul in the center of the circle humiliated this is my price, freedom the poet is devoured dragonfly morose poet lost bare stomach on the ground implore the stars - more poetry just mind chaos and frustration without it I am a waste of humanity drawing from the blood like a parasite of myself you understand this thing, you know that I tread on death like an idiot in a sneaky and sick game **** poetry everywhere and me this awful mirror you child poets and child soldiers of the future Hello, poetry and thank you for letting me get lost in this Goodbye to the night, goodbye to life, goodbye to the wind and hope Nah! I will live again to know you in the dead world.

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here, today, for another world welcome in my system's word you say that : i'am than dumber as a mouse why have you in yourself for to say ? vote one for my! your head in my target, guy. yep i'am old, i'have century and better and i'am a eternal butterfly. Ô captain! ô madness of humans for imagine this. yeah, poetry is my engine insame. poor and rich of experience, i can see in your spirit like in my miror who are you? pffff! you, the world blast, just so vanity ! my i am breakin clock, thank Lord! **** ! i drop technical bombs from my lyrics! "courage!" for better days! ok it's the start under my black star, i roll for the moon without person son! they can't understandn't, youkna that! smoke my venom remember my name AKN Love or hate if the violence is not reponse, punch better strenght that. Political poetry, mf sad - but just lust and money to my neck ! i do the hell with my verbal machingun and, pschttt! sorcerer, i smoke in sun renversed bird in rockin'chair with just black milk like ink. SIk!

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Jan 29

Jan 29, 2026 at 5:24 PM UTC

murdered poet

here, today, for another world welcome in my system's word you say that : i'am than dumber as a mouse why have you in yourself for to say ? vote one for my! your head in my target, guy. yep i'am old, i'have century and better and i'am a eternal butterfly. Ô captain! ô madness of humans for imagine this. yeah, poetry is my engine insame. poor and rich of experience, i can see in your spirit like in my miror who are you? pffff! you, the world blast, just so vanity ! my i am breakin clock, thank Lord! **** ! i drop technical bombs from my lyrics! "courage!" for better days! ok it's the start under my black star, i roll for the moon without person son! they can't understandn't, youkna that! smoke my venom remember my name AKN Love or hate if the violence is not reponse, punch better strenght that. Political poetry, mf sad - but just lust and money to my neck ! i do the hell with my verbal machingun and, pschttt! sorcerer, i smoke in sun renversed bird in rockin'chair with just black milk like ink. SIk!

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A draw, yeah! AKn, number of pain vs Hip hop(hipe of hope), just, a broken poems, lost at sea America, USA, Dickinson, ICE **** Worry, that's our emergency My anger is black and unsolvable I dissolved in modern times My red skin, yeah, my black mind Excellent Frenchy, happy fool I listen to Gorillaz, I'm a strict criminal. Take the measure of my treasure for Knox In the mountain of our first steps as old children Hey man, I come from the old world of the last century With my open mind ready for anything, yeah, I like doing this.

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Jan 29

Jan 29, 2026 at 2:12 AM UTC

french drawing

A draw, yeah! AKn, number of pain vs Hip hop(hipe of hope), just, a broken poems, lost at sea America, USA, Dickinson, ICE **** Worry, that's our emergency My anger is black and unsolvable I dissolved in modern times My red skin, yeah, my black mind Excellent Frenchy, happy fool I listen to Gorillaz, I'm a strict criminal. Take the measure of my treasure for Knox In the mountain of our first steps as old children Hey man, I come from the old world of the last century With my open mind ready for anything, yeah, I like doing this.

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