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Lena  Oct 15
Theophobia
Lena Oct 15
I feel the strings attached to my limbs;
Begging, pleading for me to give in.
“You’ll feel better if you give in”
They whisper in my ears, much to my chagrin.
But maybe when their judgment comes
At the hand of the one above;
I will be freed.

But there is no one above
No pretty partridge;
No savior dove
To be free would be to die
So for now I guess I’ll just sit and
Cry.

When they tug my strings
I move to their dance.
And if they force me down
I’ll kick I’ll struggle
Like a fly in their web,
And just like the spider
They’ll eat me alive
Because

With no one above,
In the gleaming temple
Lies a cold dead dove
Killed by the hands
That puppeteer my strings.

But to be free would be to die,
So again I sit here and cry.
Wooo! ******* Christianity you really hurt my self-perception and self-esteem.
Mohamed Amer  Oct 2011
Aporia
Mohamed Amer Oct 2011
Books covered with dust on the shelves of my life
Words omitted, Forgotten or not accompli
Birds sang no more in the storms of deceit
No leaves left in the branches of the Memory tree

Schizophrenic attitude from lost meanings and definitions
Spending a whole life in delusion or fake Ideas
People I spent my life with, turned into marionettes
Hopeless faces and diminished hopes discoursing Aporia

In Sickness
In Dementia
In Eternal Fight
In Hypomania
Lost
In Insomnia
What else
In Amnesia
Who am I?
In Dysthymia

Visions of dear, lost in the addiction to smoke and beer
Now the glass is empty, I am Paranoid
Walking in the streets, where to go? Just following my feet
Everyone is staring in disdain, I am Schizoid
Natural Disasters, time passes by like it never passed by

Dreams like reality, where is it? Where is Adam and Eve?
Nobility, loyalty, and all this nonsense of history
Now the time for thieves and the aces in their sleeves

Don’t look at me
In Scopophobia
Leave me alone
In Ochlophobia
Stop your war
In Hoplophobia
What’s doomsday?
In Theophobia
Who am I?
In Phobophobia

Now what happened, happened
I don’t dare to change
I surrender to the glowing eyes of the Sun
In the daring waves of the grain fields
No other chance in the middle of the symmetry

Run Away Run Away
Dare you to stay
Double Dare You
Laughter
Run Away Run Away
Dare you to stay
No Way

Where will you go? There is always a horizon in the end of the day
This thin line of endless misery will never fade
Close your eyes and you lay, as you surrender to failure
Open your eyes.

Arbela
Metaurus
Tours
Baghdad
Jerusalem
Hiroshima

Wait there is a light coming through that hole
Is there a crack in this mighty wall?
Shall I look through or will I ruin it all?

Dare You to Look
Double Dare You
Laughter
I will look and see through history
Look and see who my ancestors were
Dare you to look
Wait, I will double dare you

Khan
Vlad
***
Dada
Sheridan

Digging graves
Writing names
Changing fates

I believe in you
No longer a Human
Depraved of emotions
Dare you to stand in my face
Double dare you
I will run away
Dare you to Say
Dare you to Stay

What is the point of saying?
You **** like breathing, Lord of the Flies
You are an anathema
Genocide, all men are slaves

What is the point of staying?
You pour the pain like rain from the skies
You are an artist
In the Art of **** and depravity

Symmetry, who sets the scales of balance?
Apathy, who will care more than me?
Futility, why do you set a course without reason?
Sanctuary, where is the shelter?  Never existed anyway

Come with me across the ocean of suffering
When we land you will live forever
In peace and innocent laughter

Fool me again, and what about the memories of hurt
Leave my hand, all what I had, was falling from the edge
You have no glimpse of an idea where you’re taking me
All those promises of faith and immortality

Wait,
A Moment of clarity
A Degree of Sanity
A Victim of Society
A Beautiful Monstrosity
A Nocturnal Supremacy
A Diminished Eternity
A Puzzle of Ecstasy
A Ballet of Tragedy
A Tide of Tranquility
A Motivation for Obscenity
A Divine Eulogy
A Celestial Obituary

Before I gave up on Him, He Gave up on me
Who Am I? Who is He?

Dare you
Double Dare you
Take your Daring Away

The Art of **** and Depravity
Faith and Immortality
Lord of The Flies
Darius and Alexander
Khan and the end of the last civilization
Dracula
Amerinds and our Forefathers
Salahaldin and a million corpses for the sake of salvation
Ruhollah

In the end I am to blame
Yes this is the price of fame
The Infamous human
The Beast of Mystery
The Bringer of Misery
The Vandal of Humanity
Ryan O'Leary Jan 2020
I don't believe in Good
because double O's Bond
as bubbles ˚˚ doo and even
though 7 is a lucky number
Snowwhite remained a
****** despite being gang
***** by midgets whose
collective lengths of their
penises would not have
been enough to pop her
***** even if the other
six were pushing like ****
half's in the world cup
where the ball resembles
the **** that is avoiding
fertilisation by 30 spermatozoa's
with a referee who gives yellow
cards to anyone who ***** with
the ball illegally.

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