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kaylene- mary Jan 2016
Remember that this pain will pass
Remember that this too will pass
Remember that time spent with
cats is never wasted
And he has a habit of walking
into hearts without wiping his feet
But you can't keep dancing with
devil and wonder why you're still in hell
And he may be no less than an angel
Only fallen and slightly bruised
*But even Satan looks calm in the tides
grind down smoke
and crusts of bread
into the bodies of hammered metal circles
and you will find
no solace has ever been
enough
666
Henry Brooke Dec 2015
Long walks under the sun.
Tender brains in unsure men,
A breeze caresses the pines
A rocky ocean shore below
Nothing to do,
Just somewhere to go.

Red shirts, marihuana, alcohol.
Friendship and love
Blossoming through time,
Piercing
The blue sky dressed above
By some superintendent devil's.
For these memories
Act like drugs
On my depressed brain now.

It was long ago,
Yet I'm still here.
That church eating away the
Sunlight, had a christ with no legs
Three years later I understand.
Memories are echos,
We hear them clear
We know deep inside what we
Want to hear
But the shore gets higher
And longer and wide
The sound is now a Cowbell, or a stain,
A dead mouse and
her dry dead remains,
A footstep in sand that left
before I said it could.

Which sunk into the sea,
before I wished it should.

What are we left with
When we feel regret?
I feel
like I've let something go,
Somehow, and what?
How can I know

So I linger here
On my empty bed,
Without any happiness
And blood in my head
Those red shirts popping
everywhere I feel
I am abandonned
Buried away
I shouldn't shouldn't have hurried
I should have stayed.

Yet it's all over,
Those men are gone.
They're out on the ocean
Singing new songs.

When satan is nye
Wild wheat is ****
Human is animal
Friendship is seed
I'm so depressed right now. Thinking about the good old days.
The Judge Dec 2015
I sit in my throne,
torture in my left hand.
Look at all this hatred,
running on my land.

You call me evil,
all I do is laugh.
You will have you fill,
I am but the last.

So call me Satan,
I will make you see.
You don't need friends,
after you meet me.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
I cry at night because of you.
I am your humble servant.
So please, My Lord just treat me well.
And **** me on the spot.

I’m sure you want to cause me pain
because that is who you are.
Instead, please cause even more
by taking me to the grave.

The pain in my soul will no longer be there.
It will have gone to the stars.
But the pain to others will be even greater
than what you could cause me.

So I pray, My Lord, Satan.
To take me away from here.
Bring pain to my family, whom I hold dear
which I’m sure will make you happy.
brandon nagley Dec 2015
i.

The governmental beast's
Plotteth right before thine sight;
As many art blinded
By the lies put in the night.

ii.

Making many believeth
Through their media puppet's;
Whilst big elite pulleth thy string's
Secret society member's push it.

iii.

Illuminati, Bilderberg's,
Skull and bones, some unknown;
Now spotlighted, being known
Martial law, to break thy home's.

iv.

All for greed, their new world order,
United Nations vehicles parked
In California; train's with guillotine's
Thirty-thousand that is,
Whilst the young protest
Ignorant bullsh....
Freedom's being taken
Before thy eye's,
It started by the taking
Of the natives land;
European suicide.
Blood shalt be spilt
In the land of the high
Because of the filth
Of rich men's ties;

v.

Rockefeller called it
Whilst Rothschild named it;
Henry Kissinger indugled it
Bush. Sr didst inflame it.
Training going on
Worldwide for this,
A complete takeover
An r.f.i.d chip.
A tracking device
For the forehead and hand;
Revelation thirteen dear poet, poetess, and man.
Revelation stated; (And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed.) Didst thou readeth that? Didst not get enough fill? Also goeth this. Revelation,
16And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: 17And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. 18Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
Readeth this again, no man may buyeth nor sell without the mark of this devil tempted man;
Already into act into Mr. Obama's healthcare law,
Bilderberg's saidst by the year two-thousand and seventeen they want their chip Into all,
Signs art showing, were coming to a close,
Awaketh to Christ's truth and his love Utmost.
Christ spoke: I am the way, truth and the life, no man
Cometh to the father but by ( me) Jesus that is the Lord and the king,whilst other's art found in tomb's- Christ hath holes in his hand's and his feet, millions of near death experiences- with only jesus didst they meet. Awaketh mine poet's, get out of slumber, An Antichrist is upon us, the demon's knoweth their day's art numbered. Taketh a look around: demonic influence. Satan's got a short time to killeth, And surely he wilt do it. A prominent Jewish Rabbi is telling his people in Israel he believed their Messiah is here, so art the Muslim leader's, what's wrong? Not clear? Them telling other's they believeth their Messiah soon shalt appear, just means the antichrist wilt show, and a Tribulation's near. Awaketh from slumber I telleth once again, these book's of Christ weren't a play or a myth for pretend. The heaven's art moaning, the earth tis in travail, prophecies hath come true as more art daily neath the veil. Many by the million's art having dream's of his return, please no comment needed if it's for making fun of or scorn, tis I want none to mourn but to open their sight's to truth. Be aware, payeth attention to that thing we calleth the news. Find Christ, if thou hath not, if so cometh back to him, I sayeth this as a warning. Poetess, poet's, beautiful friends...... For God is a loving God, waiting for thee and me to return, a new age of the slave, is waiting for it's turn.......




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
In the book of Romans in the bible is states
Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord ( jesus) thou shall be saved... If not saved I suggest the sinner's prayer to Christ and to truly trust him.... And be saved in Christ... For he is loving and forgiving though will you choose him or the world and the things of the world where you will have no peace nor rest? Up to you poet....
brandon nagley Nov 2015
When Satan cometh knocking
Hand him a cross;
He always run's away.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
King James bible ( James chapter 4 verses 7-8.. Flee from evil and it will flee from you... Mine poem's saying when Satan comes knocking into your life hand him a cross-meaning ask for Christ's help and turn to Christ. Then Satan will flee you as the only one he will flee is Christ because Satan knows who Christ is. The king! God's son,...
7Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. 8Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.
brandon nagley Nov 2015
Mankind destroyeth another
Predicted long ago;

Mankind killeth sister and brother
Predicted long ago;

Mankind plundereth the earth
Predicted long ago;

Mankind eliminates the newborn
Stained blood upon church snow;

Mankind terminates with weapon's
Predicted long ago;

Mankind to God they get angry and question
Predicted long ago;

Mankind escapeth with addiction
Predicted long ago;

Truth bringer's sit in prison
Predicted long ago;

Politicians ****** with unlawful invention's
Predicted long ago;

Immoral parading of falsehood
Predicted long ago;

Thugs and dope in the neighborhood's
Predicted long ago;

Earthquake's in diverse places
Predicted long ago;

Mankind changing natural faces
Predicted long ago;

Mankind of their father the devil
Predicted long ago;

Mankind worshipping hell's level
Predicted long ago;

War's and rumour's of war
Predicted long ago;

Syria turning to a ruinous heap
Predicted Isaiah 17:1,
For thou whom don't know.

Murderer's stealeth for keep's
Predicted long ago;

Beast's dressing up as sheep
Predicted long ago;

Hatred from their bellies
They get hired on whom they know.

Dollar bills come to naught
Whilst debt in every abode grows.

Unorthodox affection's
Like bloomed flower's show.

Sign's in the sun and moon
Predicted long ago;

Prophet's telleth truth beyond the tomb
Predicted long ago;

The world is in chaos
Predicted long ago;

Iran joining with Russia
Predicted long ago;

China practicing for war games
Predicted long ago;

Revelation 9:16, nuclear bang,
An Oriental blow;

A false prophet to bring religion's together
Predicted long ago;

With the Antichrist as his helper
Predicted long ago;

Underground shelter's
Where rich men hide their woes.

Whilst some prediction's hath happened already
Predicted long ago;

More art being fulfilled
Predicted long ago;

More to cometh
Predicted long ago;

Soon Christ's light shalt shineth
Predicted long ago;

Every man to bow their feature's
Predicted long ago;

King of king, lord of Lord's
Whom many hath rejected before all they know.

Broken glass in blown out stores
Predicted long ago;

A disappearance of many Christian's(rapture)
Predicted long ago;

World war three
At the step's of thou
And me;

Predicted long ago.......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophecy
Sam Hain Oct 2015
Ignore the slither and hiss:
      Unsprung
The asp desires a kiss
      With tongue.

O.O
Daisy Arcos Oct 2015
O, Lord Death
Whose skeletal wings unfurl towards the void
Protecting the balance of existence
The universal dichotomy

O, Wise Reaper
Who does not discriminate nor distinguish
And with unwavering certainty
Decides the fate of all

O, Dark Master
Whose hallowed name is the purest form of music
And surely the most haunting
Resonating in my dreams

O, Fallen King
Whose touch unbinds me from man's ignorance
If only they could understand
Your gift is that of freedom

O, Soul Shepherd
Your paradise was not lost but merely misplaced
Yet fear not, wayfaring lord
For I have discovered its truth
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