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The love I had for you

Made the Gods jealous

But the pain you gave me

Made the Devil laugh
Sasha 3d
Your angelic hair,
Angelic lips,
Angelic stare,
Angelic hips.

When fury builds,
Best be ware,
As angry angels,
Are dangerous. Fear.
****** every day
Genocide every day and
Darkness falls where light has been
Evil's grasp children's souls set free
Darkness hides what we may not know
And children's dreams stolen
A vacant stare bodies lying still
And blood everywhere evil runs the world
In the shadows deep there evil secrets to keep and murdered Palestinian
Families will forever wept.
20,000 Murdered Children and counting
The Israeli Genocide in Gaza continues and still not one European Government or America has broken Business links with Israel. They all have the blood of Palestinian Children on their hands.
Gideon Mar 7
“We don’t claim this one.”
“Well, then we will! He’ll be one of our own”
“You can’t do that!”
“Watch us! You didn’t want him.”
To crash, lose and fall,
from those heady heights,
a nosediving, disco ball,
of wet, unemitted light.

A crossed, cascading crawl,
into the deathly night,
a fraying, windswept shawl,
blown by galeforced might.

The reeling of the pits,
in the damp depths of the stomach,
as glum hearts deflate,
plummeting,
to their promised demise.

Defeat reddens spit,
cheeks fly the colour of ruddocks,
descent down to Mt. Hate,
tumbling,
through disquieted eyes.

The cruel, unrequited fall.
The smashed, abyssal disco ball.
The sulking, jet, cataract crawl.
The unravelling, hurricaned shawl.
The grave, staggering pits.
The stray and scarlet spit.
The chasm of a stomach.
The vermillion ruddocks.
The burst hearts that deflate.
The sinking spiral, Mt. Hate.
Became promised demise.
Untwinkling, in disquieted eyes.

And, are, all;
liqu-
ida-
ted,
into
a;
drip,
drip,
drip
feed.
For,
the
dev-­
ils,
un-
sat-
ed.

© poormansdreams
Jeremy Betts Jan 10
Find me in the shadows
Cowering behind broken windows
Obsolete and useless
Like old Nintendos
Single celled amongst the minnows
Fear the stage, cancel shows
Tattered armor from the battles
When oh when
Will I get to chalk up my first win?
Who knows
I mean
Who knows?
Been trading blows
With good and evils
Gods and devil's
A perpetual looser revels
With a fat lip and broken nose
I lie about it so it still grows
As time slows
Behind a cold wind that blows
New highs
New lows
No,
Reoccurring lows
Kept on stepped on toes
A blade allows me to watch
Oxygen turn life from blue to red
As it flows
And drips off the edge
Of pointy elbows
Not caring where it goes
Never telling what it knows

©2025
David P Carroll Dec 2024
Palestinians struggle every day
With conflict that's hard to conceal
Palestinians strive to find peace
But the fighting won't cease
And starving to death and
The devil has taken control and
The devil's bombs that rip
Us all a part will never stop.
The Holocaust Of The Palestinians.
Cool Ice Dec 2024
He lived a life so bright, so free,
With endless joy, with endless harmony.
A dream of bliss, a golden scene,
A life as perfect, as it’s been.

But came a devil, cunning and sly,
A tempting deal caught his eye.
With terms spoken, glorious allure,
He signed away, a heart impure.
A parasite was born that day,
Hidden deep, it made its stay.

At first, the deal seemed grand—
No worries bound by life's demands.
He laughed, he lived, unburdened, wild,
No truths defiled, no haunted fear—
No… the cat’s here, and the bag’s there
The parasite emerged, so clearly.

The friends he cherished, walked away,
The bond was broken, cold as clay.
He called, he cried, sought hearts to mend,
But none could bear what he’d defend.
For every plea, they turned, ignored—
The parasite they all abhorred.

He tries it all, to break away,
To cure the curse, to **** the stay.
He runs, he hides, for the devil’s near,
But still, the devil’s laugh he hears.
“For what a fool, you truly are,
For fleeting joy, went so far—
Your life now, a pure despair,
The parasite, now’s your attire.”

Even as he dies, even as he rots,
The parasite bellows off him a lot,
As it reminds the world of what he is,
And the world just spits on him,
The cost of joy paid recklessly.
Wrote in 15 min, cause I can't sleep :)  (HELP IT'S 4 AM)
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