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Carlo C Gomez Mar 12
They prefer the dark corners in a theatre
Places adjacent to a snack bar
But close enough to the exit
Because killers on strings
Always eat on the run

They're sown from a different cloth
Brains made of the same
Course material
As flailing arms and legs
To form one disturbing pattern

They make such good liquidators
For their eyes are dead
Their heart lifeless and unbeaten
Their long fingers perfect
For a bit of good-natured strangulation

Never mind though
We must first tip our hats
To those who truly pull the strings
Hosting kid puppet shows by day
Hiring out cute cuddly fiends after hours
Francie Lynch Oct 2017
(Think Where Have All the Flowers Gone)

Where have all the assassins gone,
I'm just asking,
Where have all the hit-men gone,
It wasn't long ago.
Where have all the psychos gone,
Ones like Sirhan Sirhan,
Or a crazy red Russian,
Better still, an American.

Where have all the agencies gone,
I'm just asking,
The MI5, the CIA,
KGB, Mossad;
Where have covert actions gone,
When there's guys like crazed Kim Jong;
Or a crazed American,
A narcissistic American.

Where have all our heroes gone,
I'm just asking;
Where have all our leaders gone,
Not so long ago.
Where have all fine Presidents gone,
Obama was our last good one;
When will we ever learn,
Ego-maniacs can't govern.
Read to the melody of "Where Have All the Flowers Gone."
Enlarged and re-posted.
Sidari Apr 2017
Deadly assassins
Hired killers of a
Secret cult
No words spoken
Vows not broken
Deadly deeds
For a hidden creed
The cloaked malice
That hides unseen
Äŧül Dec 2015
If I was a real world king,
The assassin group at my command,
Would consist of 13 experts.

If there was an assassin's creed,
They will carry out my royal orders,
All 13 of them along with me.

So would be the deadliest group,
So would be the perfect killers,
So would be the "14 Marksmen".
My HP Poem #941
©Atul Kaushal
Justin G Feb 2015
Despicability is the foundation to their life
For them it is intrinsic
Genetically encoded
Simplistic
Poetically eroded
Reprehensible at best

     Unscrupulously callous
     Secrets and facts, they conveniently
     ingest
     Distorted byproducts, they release to the
     masses
     To aid their campaign; a forked tongue
     fest


Pathetic and unapologetic
A beast armed to the teeth
Imported bypasses to increase the flow of police
A weakness and an act,
They so vehemently attest

     Harvesting greens off the branches of
     the people
     Pockets engorged with wads and folds
     Crushing blue collars at the lower levels
     As they sit atop their pyramids of gold


Today they sip champagne
To celebrate their reign
Tonight we'll skip being humane
To feed them excruciating pain

     You've incited this coup with ill-thought
     deterrents
     Now herald the arrival of the scourge
     Down with lopsided governments
     Tonight... All we would topple! Tonight we purge!


Justin G
**ryn
This truly was an experience. I really enjoyed sending and receiving verses from the one and only amazing ryn. I really got into character with this one, but long story short: **** corruption!  The pen is mightier than the sword
Dark Jewel Sep 2014
Amongst the weak.
The strong will rise.
Bringing our blades of justice.

Assassins,
All in disguise.
We rise together.
Along the line of the crowd.

Were at the corner of our fate.
Destiny will take us all.

Blades thrusted forward,
Arrows blacken the skies.
We charge into battle.
We fight for our lives.

For Freedom,
For honor.
JUSTICE.

But for whom?

I fear not what we face.
We will rise together.
Assassins for one.
AND all.

Together we fight,
Against the Templars.
We may be an Animus,
But our hearts are true.

Abstergo Destroyed a brother.
Or maybe hundreds.

Tonight,
They die by our swords.
Our blades of honor.
Will create a world of War.

Beware the Assassins,
We've Come to ****.

You will die,
Drowning in the seven seas.
A little inspiration from Theme music. RISE UP my brothers and sisters! We are the creed!

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