#abel
never experienced so consistently
such un-brotherly love
as the ones I share name, and blood with.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 8:24 AM UTC
abel through a rock
at me i through one back did
not mean to **** him
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 2:08 AM UTC
I learn the drug lord,
who I am working for,
is trafficking
young and the innocent.
I pay a visit
to an old friend
strangle him,
until he relents.
He aids me with a ***
and penetrating poisons
with every fired bullet
and now I am relentlessly
These dumb ***** fire and **** me,
5 minutes later, I arise the demon,
They scream with so much agony,
as they go to hell to no such freedom.
Come on God, See the good in me,
Does this really be for an eternity?
You gave man the ultimate sin,
free will should never have been.
This killing,
I do for a reason,
apart from my holy brother,
who I tried to cover....
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 7:05 AM UTC
There's a storm raging,
as the scars over my body.
I cry out to God with pleas,
this punishment, ages the trees
I can't die, I am immortal,
beaten and stabbed as I fall.
I raise with just a few more scars,
as the lord watches, so afar.
The tide will never hesitate,
to wash over my ****** sins
My maker will humiliate,
And Abel who is now in Heaven.
A twin two cracks in my mirror
Anger pours over my fist,
My throat I try to sever,
but I awaken like a morning mist.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 6:13 AM UTC
some nights i think i am cain without an abel
i hate my brother for never having been
i carry him, keep him, like he happened
he is heavy and i have never met him
i would hate him if he was flesh and i wish he were me
i killed him before he was alive, ruined eve's body by living
i am the first poisoned crop that made the field untillable
i killed him as he slept and i hadn't met him yet
some nights i hear him around the house
he lives in the gaps in my mother and father's conversation
some nights i think i am cain
missing an abel more for never having held him
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 8:06 PM UTC
Cain killed Abel, for Abel was favoured.
Losers need losers, for then nobody wins.
Rather a robber be king, and all be robbed.
The mark, a small price to despise the favoured.
Why Trump? Because **** you! That’s why.
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
Abel died
After three days
He appeared
Wheel within wheel
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
I’d rather be your enemy,
Than any friend you think I’d be.
Come and talk to me,
I’m easy to reach.
I dropped the world for you before,
So what makes you think,
I wouldn’t do it once more?
Your pride and insecurities stop you,
Put them to the side.
If they changed the way I felt,
I would have left you by this time.
If only you knew,
This feeling I still have for you.
Friends means the end of me.
I’d much rather be your enemy.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
Oh how I knew
that I had too much to do
but instead of doing what needed to be done
I sat around and did none
too many things are on my brain
I almost feel like Cain
but instead of Abel being my brother
I am killing another
another me
a productive we
A me who could see the things to be done
but alas the current me had outrun.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
Hitting the vase
Emptying my angst
Monster
Unsolicited stranger
Alone
Not brave
Coward
Individual
Fallen
Broken
I am better
Than this
I compare
The situation
To my past
Errands of old
Trusting my instinct
Breeding
I decide to
Runaway
I admittedly
Contemplate
Evil and vile
Thought or emotions
Suicide
Purgatory
Awaiting
God's descent
With Abel
Hating Cain
Fall with me
Loving gypsy gold
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
He watches; quiet, reflective.
No doubt he detected
The weight of my
Body-shaped shame.
My name similar to his,
Who now rots under sunlight,
Unabashed in his righteousness
To which I was blind.
I find myself here,
In a garden once perfect,
Now tainted with ******
I heard the scratching,
Faint at first,
So I turned and saw him.
The raven watches;
Quiet, perceptive,
His gaze so effective.
His foot scratches the ground,
Making a sound that feels
Almost peaceful.
He unearths the freedom
That I need him to show me.
Just below me,
The earth is opening up.
I grab my brother's limp arm,
Drag him away
From the evidence of his harm.
Further away
From the judgment of God.
The raven approves;
He quietly nods.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC
"I'm always getting high cuz' my confidence low...
**And I'm always in a rush, ain't no time to **** slow**
It's not something I don't know...
**But I'm sure I'll make you *** do it three times in a row...**
*And I'm sure you would've left but that ***** in control...*
**That ***** in control..."**
"I like the thrill...
Nothings ever made me feel so real
So don't leave me here alone,
I don't wanna spend tonight alone..."
I will **** you right, til' you tired to leave me
I will do you right...
Until your subconscious got you screamin' my name
Crave me...
Sensuality got you fallin'
I am your void.
Let the madness be the only thing you embrace as your soul craves me like a drug.
There is beauty behind the madness.
Look
Can you see?
Devour your senses I shall...
So tell me you love me,
Just for tonight
For one night only
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
Little baby Abel
Rocks in his cradle
He doesn't know his fate yet
But his killer he has met
Little boy Cain
Standing in the lane
He doesn't know his fate yet
Wonder if he'll feel regret
Abel always did what he was told
Cain was adventurous and bold
Abel was the baby, apple of his parent's eye
Cain could see this and it made him cry
Look after your younger brother he was told
And with that anger was sowed
Cain couldn't go and do his own thing
To his brother he was chained
And the day at the alter was the final straw
Cain was filled with jealousy by what he saw
Even God loved Abel more than him
So he committed his first sin
A split decision was made
And soon on the ground his brother layed
Abel's blood soon soaked the ground
And from heaven came an awful sound
God spoke to Cain for the very first time
"In this land that is mine"
"You can no longer stay"
"You now must travel far away"
Now their parents lost two sons
They had showen more favor over one
And in return they lost both of them
Abel killed by his brother's hand, Cain by God himself condemned
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
Forgive me father,
for I have sinned.
I have spilled my brother’s blood
and cursed humanity far worst than you did.
Doomed to be the creatures who invented ******
Oh tell me, father, what have I done?
My demons won out
and my jealousy raged.
I let my anger consume me,
and my dragons grew stronger.
In my hand, I hold my brother’s beating heart,
Oh tell me,
tell me, father.
What have I done?
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
I don't believe in Cain and Abel.
It is, like, a fairy tale; a fable.
If the world had no glocks,
We could defend ourselves with rocks.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
His consciousness moved,
his body did not.
He was bound
to the ground.
A fallen angel
stood amidst
the tempestuous
flames,
yet he did not burn.
The younger brother
was unstable,
malleable;
he must be put
to the test.
Thus,
the angel
fashioned
a blade
of immense strength
that wielded
the powers
of his hell,
upon its hilt
inscribed
-in seraphic
tongue-
Convicta.
Use it
he said.
*Use it as
a vessel
of your
hate.*
At once,
His soul
clung to
the demonic
weapon,
his body
was left behind.
You cannot leave,
the angel said,
*unless he is
brought
to this side.*
And Abel knew
what must be done,
and began the
journey out
of the inferno.
~D.C.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Cursed,
he was;
forced to roam
these lands
until the
last of days.
A divine sigil
rests upon
his brow;
an invitation
to imminent
destruction.
T'was he
who slew
his brother,
and by doing so,
had dug
two graves.
But
his brother
was not lost,
no.
For eons
he slumbered
in the pit;
his revenge
fueling the
raging infernos
that surround him.
Until one day,
he stirred.
And upon his
unholy
resurrection
he recalled
a name,
and his fury
grew all the more.
~D.C.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
Ineffable nefarious taradiddle.
The endless fable, and riddle, of Cain and Abel.
One slew the other without a quiver.
A man went from cinnamon to eerie evil.
Labeled unstable and mentally disabled,
Barely able to bounce back
from being set adrift on a dark and ***** track.
He turned his eyes to the Aurora,
faced the same fate as ***** and Gomorrah,
the most hated man in all the Torah.
The father of ****** and maker of Pandora's box.
He walked with what God had seen as a pox.
Forever caught on this plane
with blood on his hands and ice in his veins.
Looking down, he felt stained and inhumane
as he observed the world he caused so much pain,
yet now, he is all that has remained sustained.
Now again, he turns to the Aurora.
He finds nothing but the sky's acid rain drip down
across an unholy frown and a mark for a crown.
He walks through each desert and town
searching for someone holy to guide him back,
but not a man is good as him now.
Not a single man stands his height
because he became a symbol for whats right.
He seeks good according to God, not himself.
Human kind is now much different,
and his sin against his brother is now not the worst,
despite the fact that it did come first.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC