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8M Dec 2018
The ruins of the world were in their hands.
They suffered, and they did not object.
They were shattering, bit by bit.

One of them looked up, and purred.
A battle for the ages, it ways.
5 against 1.

The fate of the universe was in their hands.

It was reset many times before.
This would be the last.

A final strike, for them.

For the knight.
For the mage.
For the redeemed.
For the young.
For the spirit.

For them, it was a victory.

But at what cost?
This is a bit different from what I usually write. Contains spoilers.
Breon Nov 2018
Will you - your sun's inferno burning bright,
Your radiance demanding all the sky -
Reach down a blessed fingertip, tonight?
Will hands know how to meet as you and I
Lock eyes and blind each other with our light?
Let darkness fall. Burn me, your firefly.
The gods will have the sacraments they claim.
These words, an offering, burn just the same.

And will you turn your moonlit face from me?
Will midnight mystery reclaim your smile,
As silver starlight fades to reverie
Until the sky hangs empty, mile for mile?
If I must spend my sight, myself, to see,
At least we burn with your exclusive style.
What shades of you remain are paradise -
A shame I won't bear witness to you twice.
As prompted by a fellow poet.
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
Rapture. The Duke of You, Caesar,
learning of this all and grown-up,
by blood and our power,  if a child
misses having the same name,
meaning, so that as a harlot; They
gather themselves together  (And
human),      or having it available
complexions mistake made women;
unclean. Having arranged the,
or that holdeth the distaff, and the
effete things, not substantial,   more
unmanly, neither of them;            more
antonyms: manly start up in the late
Middle English: the sea removing past |
partners; by ex-              (to explain the
status change), a female.       'children
anything that is unclean.        The sons.
For many questions first.
Rapture,                                   Our guide,

Caesar is everywhere admired by adults,
and our blood is in force;     If a child has lost
sight of  their name,   adjective: they become
prostitutes (And human), both are like having
the characteristics of error occurring through
women; unclean. Ideal for: unmanly,
effete things, solid, more unmanly, feminine;
more antonyms: manly, startup in the
late Middle English:       from the sea,
Affects past partners; by ex- (explain:
state name change) female 'female.'
children,               or exceptions,      unclean.
Children.             For many questions before
we call further happiness;         or happiness,
not for the power of divinity, we need
human services. Have you heard about
the reversal aboard the Argos, Lenora
turning into flames, heavy indications:
strong-fuels, to be peaceable in euphoria
sharing; joy, cheerfulness,   and pleasure;
happy; happiness, happiness
(If you like millennial | education)
Note to the castor sky for you Find out.
This is now on safety; The Life of Jesus
Christ in Words (such as some who
have received a Millennial Education);
ship of (believers) from the Second Time,
in heaven, he walks. Personal
adjustments disappear. For both he
noticed that bedside his shoulders
in the holy place.The challenge to
grow your name is peace; To send
it to euphoria and joy of that happiness;
Blessings and friends showed to the hospitals;
The joy of the laughter; The boat boasting
those whose appearance has caused
a controversy, female, awari, foppish,
unmanly, feminine; non-informal, campy,
camp, flaming:"Happiness has
                           been humbled"

Rapture. By the Duke of Caesar there is a great number of evils;

Many adults have power and blood. If the child,
the son of perdition, but to those who **** the children,
and the children of the insurgents to use their children.
Infant. The effects of many predators
in the forecast have been talking about.

Rapture. Caesar's available to the Duke
and here and there; Most adults have power
and blood. If a young child is lost, but those
who **** infants and children, and their children
so that they are unclean. The sons. Many
of the problems that we may not know in advance.

We now call
Further, happiness or happiness
of the divine power at work in human affairs.
Leonoram hear from the rapture
Definitions: ecstasy, was the promotion of peace;
the euphoria, the joy, the happiness, to the distribution;
happiness, happiness, happiness
(To millenarian doctrine)
to them that believe to pass at the sign
of Castor and Pollux in the sky,
Invention. This safety focus;
health and the advent of Jesus Christ.
The words (such as some millenarian
Education) ships (the believer) from
the second time, the sky, that you should walk.
He returns to his private withdraw
Big trouble in front of the holy.
Ariyanjiyan your name is a synonym for peace;
the promotion, the euphoria, the joy, the joy which,
and assurance of happiness, happiness;
the happiness of a controversy from the ship,
and that he was caught,
the promotion of the dispute?

Rapture. By Duke of Caesar many places are;
Many adults have power and blood. If the child,
the son of perdition, but for those who **** children,
and children of the insurgents to use their children.
Baby. The effects of many of the predators in the forecasts
have been talked about.

Rapture. Our guide, Caesar, is where all adults are certified,
and our blood is power
If the child misses
whose names, meanings: prostitutes
(And human), both available as having
the characteristics of error occurring by women; unclean.
Designed for: unmanly, effete things, solid, more unmanly, feminine;
antonyms: manly

late Middle English: from the sea,
Delete past partners;
by ex- (explain state change) female woman. '
children, or exceptions, unclean.
Children. For many questions

We will call
Further, happiness;
or happiness,
not for the power of God,
We need human services.
Have you heard about that change?
Argos Lenora into flames,
Indications: strong-oil,
to be at peace in the council;
joy, pleasure, and enjoyment;
happiness, happiness
(If you like ******)
Note to heaven that tells you
Researcher. This is now on safety
The Life of Jesus Christ.
Words (such as some millenarian
Education) ship (believer) from
The second time, the sky, he walked.
Personal repairs are missing
For both you noticed that the bedside of your shoulders
In the holy place.
The challenge to grow your name is peace;
To send it to euphoria and joy
that joy;
Blessings and friends show hospitals
Salt of the smile
The boat was rampant
whose appearance has led to controversy,

female, awari, foppish, unmanly,
feminine; non-informal, camp, camp, flaming
"Pride has fallen"
The level is twice as deep, so it’s twice as cold, passing the heat & fire,
I got & felt, get up & feel, get up cause it’s real, got up & ****.
Some do, some don’t,
**** around & start & riot, spit up some lyrics, too late with that emergency call.
I’ve tasted martyrdom, it’s holier than ******.
A-lot people crave in their yearning, but they all stay bluffing, hollering at the moon, all alone.
You’ll be nothing but bone & ashes, with Grandma
the only one remembering your name.
Monks singing in my ear, ‘**** mystic, ******* ****’. So, if they’re at least attractive,
they’ll be sacrificed on our holy shrine.
It’s easy to be smacking fake poets, gypsies, monks, mystics & muses. My own death is at the back of my mind. My gun is loaded.
Feeling no pressure.
You’ll be next to Dante, next to Baphomet, witnessing Milton reciting, its the best place & it’s within your destiny.
Bleeding in in vain, hating is in my nature.
The ones who can transcend here & in the now can talk about, can’t stand yourself, I understand, it’s hard to come to grips with how you ****** it up & missed your boat. And that’s within life & not even forty yet.
Once upon time, you were an idol, you’re not even a rival now, it’s a crime against humanity, trust me, destroying you is that easy. Put don’t any pen for any blank paper that you write anything on, no one cares & the only reason you have anyone around is out of pity or a quick session. I get it, you’re ditty, I’m musings, you rock boys that’s borderline ****, I rock royal europeans. You’re getting smoked like rolled **** in this realm of reality, I’m not perplexed & rest in the thought it’s supposed to be, like how women ain’t meant to be like you. Terms of you, its easy to glock & aim. Sure you got some skill in the style you live, in the way you create art, you may call it yours, but I call it bitting. Don’t puff out your chest. Accept it & move on. Surrender. I made it out of addiction, instantly learnt how to transcend, you’re the same since sixteen. Unable to part from your past, we all die one day, it’s not a crime unless if they catch me, if they rush my home in the morning, Demons & Masons will storm the station in the evening.
I’ve been peeing in a cup since I meet you, your body has no value, your soul has nothing of value, thoughts spit out junk, emotions of a dying old lady who hadn’t lived. When I raise my knife, I’m going to cut some skin & if the ***** thinks I love her, the ***** don’t know me.
Don’t even try eating makeup. I got your friends popping their head at my very thought.
Mean mugging don't mean nothing.
My confidence is in the loud,
your insecurities are in the public.
I’m too legit, the Mystics know the difference between me & you, me dying that’s ludicrous, no respect from me, I’m vet, if I’ve got to do some silence, its only a minor setback, I’ll be right back with Demon, Transcending Enlightenment & a six-pack.  
Your thoughts are not legit,
mystics relate to me, some are younger than buck,
pimping is easy,
no one is thinking of you as a person, so stay of the tip of my ****
b Sep 2018
this body
this temple.
was made for everything but itself.
the pilgrim for the rain to come.
a harvest, not for me but
for you.

eat from me or we'll all starve
but sneak me some bread
if ever you have the chance.


how could i ever compete with a body.

if this shell of a temple is
all thats here, a good bargain but
definitely not worth
the investment.

i still cant believe i
armed the gun
that shot me dead.
i took a knowing wrong turn
and still
barrelled down the road.
Alienpoet Sep 2018
An artist with eyes wide open
sees art spoken
the silence between words and phrases
Illuminates the ideas

They live out thousands of lives
in the confines of one
a commentator, a spectator
yet living and being
and seeing all
no matter how small.

breathing in the darkness and light
meditating on intricacies
Like that of a flower
held by a *****
eternity shivers
Possessed by their grasp
caught between pain and rapture
the pen stains the page with ink
Blessed be the imagination in which they sink
and swim
these poets that are skin
and soul
eyes that travel and unravel
mysteries that we shall never see
places and faces between you and me

The depth of field
and focus of which
can never be seen
the poet is dreamer.
Austin Mizelle Mar 2018
In times like today
Maybe God should rapture man;
Showing sin's true face.
Everyone has some sort of sin to hide, I know I do.
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