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merciless genocide
     slaughter of native peoples
     wrought with (super) wanton zeal
feeble ability to thwart

     "discoverers" rapine wicked onslaught
     merely ratcheted wrecked webbing
wrenched tribal unity,
     violently rent asunder

     vibrant indigenous linkedin weave    
rendered sacred weltanschauung
     decimated "noble savage"
     woke wretched nightmare,

     sans pock marked worsted weal
the Native American holocaust
     shrouded in whitewashed veil
tragedy trampled truces

     triggering tearful trail
scoped scattered remnant
     snuffed out via surveil
futile sympathetic remonstrances,

     viz rant and rail
hermetically sealed
     ***** deeds done dirt
     blunted, cheapened,

     and deadened
     lance armstrong to quail
most definitely coloring faces
     of captive

     American Indians deathly pale
into figurative coffin
     got hammered
     rusty nine inch nail

subpar critical population mass
     for survival, plus storied "red man"
     bereft of ample potent male
off limits to original proprietors

     forced to hightail  
happy hunting grounds o'er hill and dale
becoming desiccated bleached bones
     devoid of awful, pitiful,

     and sorrowful fait accompli
and roaming spirits
     like banshees bewail
grievous shadow a blot doth cause me to ail!
G Mar 2018
destruction,
as a form of creation.
annihilation,
the first step to evolution.
natural disaster,
the checks and balances
to human eradication.
it is the wars of nature
that breed progression.
We lost the game.
No scores to be had.

Living was copying motions
of same old ways,
from bygone days.

Immolated landscapes
Unconsecrated ground
Land now sand
Silence the only sound.

People as mannequins
shackled to consumerism
now free to be human
humanity is dead
turned to dust and ash.

Charred trees, charred bones
Libraries and ossuaries
Rock, paper, scissors
Sinners, readers, builders
All on bended knees
Pillars of salt blown away on the blast wind.

Flame extinguished.
© JLB
21/11/2017
02:21 GMT
Pola R Oct 2017
oh tell me dear father
how do you use your scythe so smoothly
cutting and boning
your foolish apostles.

how do you lead
your little addicts
not overdosing
but subtly
killing.

oh tell me dear mother
painless death
how can you be so sweet
honey dripping
ethereal paradise.

how can you be so loving
for your ****** up children
with gouged eyes
sleepwalking through their
last judgment.

oh tell me dear brother
how different would it be
when it's all over
how blind you were
going into a rabbit's hole.

how hurt you were
when you lost your voice
screaming cacophonically
into the dreadful void
"i am alive, do not bury me yet!"

oh tell me dear sister
how lovely it could have been
if you never got married
if malicious goblin
never came to our house.

how tired you were
with ****** eyes that
once were golden
with sliced wrists
and broken nails.

oh tell me please
what did i do
how yesterday i had too little money
and now too little hours
to fix everything.

how did i end up white
with all sad colours
knocking into my mind
why can't i be black
reflecting the world.
im sorry but i wrote it like 3 years ago and its based on tokyo ghoul
Blissful Nobody Jun 2017
She shook her head side to side,
Locks of her hair striking the pink of her cheeks.
Her cheeks red now like burning embers.

Sweat trickled down her brow.
Teardrops burned through the fury in her eyes.
Her face lit up in a hue of pure destruction.

No one would stand their ground.
Her melting voice now escaped her grinding teeth.
Gruesome words erupted through her pursed lips.

Quivering yet stern -she spoke,
The truth of her mangled sensibilities.
Her wrath could devour an entire universe.
A grim shadow eclipsed her soul.

Her fingers in a fist would annihilate.
Everything she laid her eyes on,
turned to dust.
She was madness intermingled with anger.

Beware now!
Walk away!
Walk away!
Vikshipta Jun 2017
These frail mane still smells of coffin nail.
Hands..Struggling with metacarpus to trade the manus ..
stretch. scratch. Twirl.
Orbs: wide and wrathful:
Fluctuating the pupils
left and right
| Mad mad |
Concerntating on these screams..
screams into le noir lughole .
THERE!
I grasp your fluttering wings.
Oh you flutterer !
fluttering on C.
Fluttering hushed ..
Fluttering hasten..
fluttering to strive for nooks and blood.
Oh you flutterer!
erroneous target thee choosed.
Smash. Squeeze.
Alas!
now ease into mine ichor palms.
Death is inevitable. But somes, they are meant for it...THE EXTIRPATION
Emily Snow Apr 2016
Tide pool crest of ivory mist;
Apex of sky—blinding back-light.
And I, writhing under its eye
Contain all but any innocence.

I have cracked the gates, an
Uncanny peace of clouds
Glimmering like water, like wool
Being spun by the hands of the light—

The kiss of the light—my master
Penetrating the mystery itself,
A nauseating beauty, silently
Howling: Death, Death…  Death

As the symmetry of the swirl
Curls my heart into a fist
Forcing, fitting myself into a box,
I leave the excess for my corpse
To find, swollen and bursting with gas.
solEmn oaSis Jan 2016
whenever you want to unchoke and talk behind your brain
better be seated, grab your pen and take down note that related spreading  nettle amber grain
question mark your self fondly to lessen your train of pain
collaborate with your tongue unselfishly, so you can have a rainbow without any rain
Sometimes i just always look
like this..." i say what i think "
especially through my ink!
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