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Leal Knowone May 2016
WOULD YOU RATHER DIE BY THE MOAT AROUND THE CASTLE, OR BY THE ***** OUT IN THE RAIN?
TORN APART BY THE TERROR OF THE WATERS,
OR BY THE JAWS OF THE ENSLAVED?

Lets reek havoc, we can all take turns
annihilate the whole human race
let us watch this ******* place burn
an eye for an eye, a mangled face
an eye for an eye, a mangled face
destroy this whole decrepit place
decimation of the known race
Lets reek havoc, and see the toll it takes

WOULD YOU RATHER DIE BY THE MOAT AROUND THE CASTLE, OR BY THE ***** OUT IN THE RAIN?
TORN APART BY THE TERROR OF THE WATERS,
OR BY THE JAWS OF THE ENSLAVED?
WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY TO SEE YOUR GOD DETHRONED?
TO SEE THE CHANGE IT BRINGS?
DO YOU WISH TO HEAR THE WARRIORS OF THE APOCALYPSE, AND THE SONGS THEY SING?

SOME PEOPLE JUST WANT TO SEE IT ALL BURN
TO TEAR IT DOWN AS THE WORLD TURNS
REEKING HAVOC ON THE WHOLE **** PLACE
DESTROYING HISTORY LEAVING NO TRACE

COME ON BACK TO THE WALL AND SEE IF THEY'LL LET YOU IN. GO ON AND ROLL THE DICE, AFTER ALL ALL IT IS YOUR LIFE MY FRIEND
GREEN MEADOWS YOUR BODY LIES BELOW, HANGING BY A THREAD ON THE END
IT WAS REALLY OVER BEFORE IT ALL BEGAN.

DO YOU WANT MISERY TO JOIN THE WORLD NO LONGER ALONE?
TO FREE THEIR TROUBLED SOULS?
DID YOU THINK YOU WOULD ESCAPE YOUR DEMISE
YOU MUST PAY THE TOLL
THERE IS A PRICE FOR LIFE, THAT YOU'LL SOON KNOW
YOURS IS THE LIFE I STOLE.

SOME PEOPLE JUST WANT TO SEE IT ALL BURN
TO TEAR IT DOWN AS THE WORLD TURNS
REEKING HAVOC ON THE WHOLE **** PLACE
DESTROYING HISTORY LEAVING NO TRACE

THIS IS NOT ONE OF THOSE THINGS

WOULD YOU RATHER DIE BY THE MOAT AROUND THE CASTLE, OR BY THE ***** OUT IN THE RAIN?
TORN APART BY THE TERROR OF THE WATERS, OR BY THE JAWS OF THE ENSLAVED?
Utsav Gandhi Apr 2016
Blue water flows underneath the small bridge
The turquoise flowing calmly past the singing birds

The warm smell of clean air
Sifts through my nostrils

The green trees hold their heads high
The leaves hum a gentle lullaby

The dark clouds hover above the snowy mountains
Until a ray of sunlight flares up the white peaks

The peaks erupt orange like a volcano
The sunlight shimmering over the gray clouds

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I see a frail yellowing building smoking a giant cigarette
Black smoke rising calmly from its cancerous lungs

I can see the silver lining disappear
They form the silhouette of a dark cloud

I hear the abandoned bridges wailing eulogies
With dry sand flowing underneath

I see lifeless dust settled on the unused metallic cars
All rusted beyond recognition

I see the gray ocean of space stretched
Beyond the horizon…across this broken world

I hear the brown trees rustle their death….our death
This is our apocalypse

Another civilization destroyed
Another civilization added to the history books.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
Darkened skies fall down
Blood will rain in waterfalls
And the end shall come
Flames hailing down from melting sky,
Consuming lands and seas below.
Not being quick enough to die
Means pulling out the shortest straw.

For now the grand finale roars,
And to its syncopated beats
The mankind, horrified, beholds
The dawn of the Apocalypse.

Forgo your everyday affairs:
When tissues of the world are riven
And death crawls in your footsteps, there's
No melody, just primal rhythm.

But even when the sky is torn
The firmament is never black;
New generations will be born—
No memories of what they lack.

And through the ever-dying mud
Once will come out new sprouts of green;
Then Man, forsaken by the god,
Will find his godless ecumene
With his own deity within.
Dolgoprudny, 9/27/2014
Also available as a song: https://soundcloud.com/vzkrv/grand-finale
PJ Poesy Mar 2016
My minotaur has mad cow's disease.
The FDA is rounding up each one
in a forty mile radius for slaughter.
They're incinerating the bodies
at the trash-to-steam factory. I hear
gunfire and wailing children. Sharon
next door is in shock. She's been
on her knees down on the lawn
mumbling, "please, please, please,"
for the last two hours. Crimson clouds
bleed into sunrise. How will we
escape the seepage?

I'll stop at the Getty for a car wash
before I pick you up. Have some
sandwiches packed.

O for the love of God,
the moos, the moos.
One's moos may be another's muse.
Shayne Campbell Mar 2016
Be yourself one of the light
Be yourself one of the night
Begger or demander of the stars
Worker or waster of the hours
Difference is not when comes the end
The time of last is your judgment

All parts earth are mortal and will weary
The shepherds will turn restless to madness
Saddening the wise and smiling the devil
Slayers of kin they turn and find only loss
Bells will forever toll for the coming fire
The fire that will rain from the angry heavens

When the world halts in its fully aged shadow
All things earthly depleted for toxic luxury
Humans ceaselessly living in their dark arts
Winds from silent howl to rage do they roar
The ground thunders in nature's quake
Oceans and rivers of fire smother all to ruin

No more sinners thrive in power
As they flee like insects from the swatter
Their kin's blood stained on their souls
The world's blood spilt on their account
The sun's light shuts off and sight is only black
Almighty horror emerges out of the sun's corpse

Beyond the clouds of lightning is a portal
The gates to nothingness have been opened
The world has heard its call for the end
Into the void will creation be undone
And the fallen angels too will descend
Fearing the arrival of the Master Himself

All that has been has ended
But those that be with evil live
For they shall face the last judgment
Out of the endless void He comes
His voice utters terror inside the demons
And leaves them to rot in eternal naught
Deon Mar 2016
God will not destroy the world
We'll destroy it long before he arrives
ThatSynGirl Feb 2016
My shadow up and left me
He took off along the walls
Then he leapt out of the third floor window
He did, I watched him fall

He scurried through the grass
Blackening the blades to gray
And he didn't even say goodbye
Or turn to me to wave

I watched him dart between the trees
Make way for the horizon
And the weirdest part about it
Was the group that formed behind him.

Shadows came from everywhere
And gathered at his back
And now I'm worried- are those weapons?
Are they planning an attack?

And where the hell have I been?
When the hell did they plan this?
My ******* SHADOW is the leader
of a ShadowPocalypse?!

This really hit me hard, how
I must be oblivious
My shadow's in a gang,
What kind of person misses this??

Now my shadow is the Pied Piper
Of shadows in the land
And I'm just here like "what the **** just happened?"
....Well, good luck with your plans...
Kagey Sage Feb 2016
Oh there’s nothing you can do to turn this day around
The universe is set in black matter
and it’s oozing here consistently
Milady, Mara’s on another rampage
Try to sit down and enjoy
Maybe this rooftop will hold up long enough
to give us a sublime view
I've been in love with polishing all of my life,
Polishing trophies, my car, the skin of my wife,
But one day these things looked dim to me,
So I polished with abandon to set myself free!

Behold the splendor, the wonder and fame!
Beyond beauty, I've polished the frame...
I'm known for the gold in every corner,
Even my wife's smile: a littler warmer.

Tell me why I have this charm...
Two more brides on each smooth arm.
More of this and I will win!
In the light of all my wonder, I failed to see,
The chipping facade of my first wife's grin.

Yes, world, yes, I am the king,
there is no end to the wonders I bring!
I am Midas and gold is my soul!
You'll be rich forever!
Even without a soul.

My wife, what gives, where is your luster?
I wax here and wax there; I begin to fluster.
The dimness lingers, its shadow greater,
Now of my wife I am a h8er.

The dimness seems to have caught me too,
I see it spreading relentlessly,
All my work reduced to... poo,
Yes, this is a new test for me,
For my eighth wonder, I'll start with you.

scrub
scrub
scrub
Do you feel that now?
scrub
Doesn't seem to be working does it?
Just like that, seems I've lost my budget!
I wish things would stay polished at my wishes,
I'll abandon it all like discarded dishes.

The dimness is scratching at my very soul!
And, here I thought that I was on a roll...
No toilet paper can clean this mess,
so to the fire at my behest!

It all goes into the fiery cell,
Am I rusting? Then me as well!

We'll all burn if we worship greed and money,
And you thought the ending would be funny...
So here's something that just rushed out of me.
I felt the inspiration like a shroud of power willing me to pen something I believe about society and where it's headed.

The story of King Midas was a cautionary tale.
Yet it seems that we are all fools, because we ignored it.

We sympathize with Midas, we say,
"Oh, I hope that never happens to me."
Yet we don't consider that it was the greed of the people that allowed a man like Midas to thrive as he corrupted them into death.
There was another character in Greek mythology that could change the composition of things. Medusa (both names begin with "m" and have "d" and "s" in exactly the same positions? Interesting...)

Medusa was concerned with beauty, and is a cautionary tale that beauty comes at a price... stay tuned for a poem concerning beauty.

Oh, and, one more thing.
The crux of the poem revolved around Midas taking more wives.
This is what greed does.
We think we need more clothes, more money, more happiness, more technology, more money, more space, more entertainment... more lovers.
This thinking makes us ungrateful of what we already have.
That's why we get bored so easily.

We get into a mode where we're waiting for the "next" best thing.
Did we really enjoy what we already have?

When will enough be enough?
Only in death, it seems.
This is what lead Midas to burn everything (not the mythical Midas, by the way).

...
I think I've said enough, haha.

Farewell :)
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