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Andrea Winer
Toronto   

Poems

AlucarD Nov 2013
As with power of light and darkness i ride,through cosmos i glide Divine poetry Devilry MostHeavenly
Illusion of time shatters,starfire scatters,blood of heaven splatters
Left hand of God is my name Eating his wings is my game,to make me his bane
thane of heaven,tool no bell for me,for fell your heaven in the cosmic 7
666 or 999 to from chaos to eternity
Lament of innocence sang for a devil profound in god
Requiem thy starlight
gaze upon the spectral hellsight
witness destruction
and creation from 1 cause and effect
Omniscience Omnimastery
Enchanted Badassery
Starlight! in this night most long,for light is wrong
Starlight!be evils fright and my right on good and darkness
Starlight!Poetical poem for your ascension moment in this unholly Light and Darkness Interveniton
Secret of the universe,fire shall bleed,darkness will bleed light and let light bleed darkness
Cut god open so light and darkness bleed,on his blood i feed.
Grant power to the game
of the foolish winer
for light and darkness
power of illusion are
beyond the stars
beyond every universe,astral plane,dimension,and existence
lies the future and destiny
of my soul
for it is in this moment
as i speak
my awakening will come
2013-2021/2023

2021 a castle is visible from all sides of the earth in the sky,no one knows whome stands before it.
(in this universe doomsday comes in another castle)

-AlucarD
David Nelson Jul 2010
Who gives a ****

so I wrote another winer, boo hoo you twit
think anyone cares, just who gives a ****
I am just a grain, of sand in the wind
my pain is nothing and the horned one just grinned

yeah so now I'm bitter, my attitude *****
I'd kick your ***, for a lousy 5 bucks
its only a flesh wound I've certainly had wurse
I'm a wineing ******, I'll hit you with my purse

got pains in my arms, and I'm a pain in the ***,
had Taco Bell for dinner, and now I got gas
my stomach is rumbling, think I'm sick just a bit
why don't you tell me now, just who gives a ****

the Dow is down, my pressure is high
cholesterol is big, can't eat no sweet pie
I'm a no good ***, full of vinegar and spit
do you really think, anyone gives a royal ****

at least they finally plugged, the leaking of oil
that's what they claim, sing for me Susan Boyle
the problem with peaches, in the middle is a pit
if I choked on one now, just who would give a ****

yes I've had me some wine, and I'm a pathetic dude
my mouth can get foul, yes I can be crude
wonder what it would be like, to be Brad Pitt
I guess one is enough, like who gives a ****

tomorrow is Monday, so glad I don't work
in customer service or a grocery clerk
listen to ******* about the service they get
c'mon now, you think I give a ****      
        
I could probably rant, for more than theirs time
the jaws flapping on, my hands covered in grime
this year's British Open, no Americans seemed fit
it's all over now, and really no one gives a ****...  


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