#endtime - Hello Poetry

World War III was a pity nuclear destruction ***** and Gomorrah Babylon the last city World war; IV, V,VI skirmishes nitty-gritty Reduced to rubble, Land no longer pretty Boulders and granite Fire and ash trash An Unrecognizable planet Walk on mounds of broken glass Each day, a little less men strive Those who managed to survive Irreversible travesty’s against God Chanted by men to Stay alive. Souls Reduced to Unspeakable things To eat a human being is not as easy as it seems Humanity in its primitive form Cannibalism The bell tolls for thee” Dinner bell sings What length would you go for your kids? Looking in their hungry eyes first dibs Carnal nature, tender young flesh Hunger, starvation, soulless don’t confess living off the flesh of The belly of the beast “Stab it with your stealing knife But you just can’t **** the beast” Mouth waters, a banquet feast Life on the outside filled with decay Losers never win they just fade away False promised prayers nothing to say One more gory battle fire the last mortar War Ends with One World Order Martial law rioters reject Curfew in affect Government laws suspect, Man fights to the end to defend Freedom life liberty protect BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge March 13, 2025 CURFEW Curfew refers to a law or order that requires people to be indoors after a certain time at night, as well as to the period of time when such an order or law is in effect it can also be used to refer to a time set by a parent or caregiver at which a child has to be back home after going out The Phrase “Never send to know for whom The bell tolls; it for Thee” Originated from John Donnie’s meditation 17 and means we are all connected, and the death of any person, even a stranger, is a loss to all of humanity, as we are all part of the same human experience Ernest Hemingway use the phrase as the title of his novel “For whom the bell tolls” The phrase can be used as a metaphor to emphasize the interconnectedness of Humanity and the importance of caring about the events and people even those far away Inspired song Hotel California by the Eagles

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Mar 13, 2025

Mar 13, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC

cj-sutherland

Cannibalism The Dinner Bell Rings

World War III was a pity nuclear destruction ***** and Gomorrah Babylon the last city World war; IV, V,VI skirmishes nitty-gritty Reduced to rubble, Land no longer pretty Boulders and granite Fire and ash trash An Unrecognizable planet Walk on mounds of broken glass Each day, a little less men strive Those who managed to survive Irreversible travesty’s against God Chanted by men to Stay alive. Souls Reduced to Unspeakable things To eat a human being is not as easy as it seems Humanity in its primitive form Cannibalism The bell tolls for thee” Dinner bell sings What length would you go for your kids? Looking in their hungry eyes first dibs Carnal nature, tender young flesh Hunger, starvation, soulless don’t confess living off the flesh of The belly of the beast “Stab it with your stealing knife But you just can’t **** the beast” Mouth waters, a banquet feast Life on the outside filled with decay Losers never win they just fade away False promised prayers nothing to say One more gory battle fire the last mortar War Ends with One World Order Martial law rioters reject Curfew in affect Government laws suspect, Man fights to the end to defend Freedom life liberty protect BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge March 13, 2025 CURFEW Curfew refers to a law or order that requires people to be indoors after a certain time at night, as well as to the period of time when such an order or law is in effect it can also be used to refer to a time set by a parent or caregiver at which a child has to be back home after going out The Phrase “Never send to know for whom The bell tolls; it for Thee” Originated from John Donnie’s meditation 17 and means we are all connected, and the death of any person, even a stranger, is a loss to all of humanity, as we are all part of the same human experience Ernest Hemingway use the phrase as the title of his novel “For whom the bell tolls” The phrase can be used as a metaphor to emphasize the interconnectedness of Humanity and the importance of caring about the events and people even those far away Inspired song Hotel California by the Eagles

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At the end of the world when all is done and all the games are played, there's one last thing I'd like to do and that's to just get laid.   I don't want that slam bam stuff where everything's done in whiff no, I just think it ought to take a decade or so of stiff.   I'm not asking for much at all but wanting to feel again the wet hot heat of a jet ski seat, the gentle turn of a fin.   Soap and suds and beds and charms and candles all lit in stream with music staged and pillows caged and everything played mid beam.   That tripping funky mushroom hat and bags of elfin toys now where was it left that rock was cleft that opens just for women   Maybe out there on acid too a girl will think like me and she will think it grand to say, "Let's head out to the sea and sail like what you are a buccaneer."

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC

Waley

End Time

At the end of the world when all is done and all the games are played, there's one last thing I'd like to do and that's to just get laid.   I don't want that slam bam stuff where everything's done in whiff no, I just think it ought to take a decade or so of stiff.   I'm not asking for much at all but wanting to feel again the wet hot heat of a jet ski seat, the gentle turn of a fin.   Soap and suds and beds and charms and candles all lit in stream with music staged and pillows caged and everything played mid beam.   That tripping funky mushroom hat and bags of elfin toys now where was it left that rock was cleft that opens just for women   Maybe out there on acid too a girl will think like me and she will think it grand to say, "Let's head out to the sea and sail like what you are a buccaneer."

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I have been to hell and I'm back I wish salvation still got my back As the judge sat here in Kamar's court The fire was not hot that it hurt Nor the flames wild blue to burn Is it late to be born again or again born My sin readily served as red hot pasta that I reggae like an unwell Bob's rasta I salivate for repentance but know it is late My soul suffers my gone worldly gait Hell is the beacon to this lie we call life stab at my back my hand helped the knife KUVAR

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Jan 24, 2018

Jan 24, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC

KUVAR

Downingtown

I have been to hell and I'm back I wish salvation still got my back As the judge sat here in Kamar's court The fire was not hot that it hurt Nor the flames wild blue to burn Is it late to be born again or again born My sin readily served as red hot pasta that I reggae like an unwell Bob's rasta I salivate for repentance but know it is late My soul suffers my gone worldly gait Hell is the beacon to this lie we call life stab at my back my hand helped the knife KUVAR

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For seven hours I was dead Dead in my Luxury lord's bed I did not care of weather or bread Life Lynchs me, she's so rude I turned left to the wrath of hell I must tell you, hell is already here My flesh cozy but my soul yell This is the earth that we do share I had said Kamar is nothing but a myth I am twice correct But today we meet Call the priest who collects my tithe Should I be blind after I paid for sight The poor man, honey do pour His healthy heart in tattered coat The rich man, stings do pour His thorny heart in costly coat I stole from myself, the truth For I am blind of the lamb birth I chose the Golden crown of earth For I am sightful of the lustful fruit I woke up to the man in the mirror Tears roll his eyes while I smile Seven hours and it was lemon without fresh lime Sour and bitter saint of the carcass in the mirror ©Kuvar

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC

KUVAR

Needle eye

For seven hours I was dead Dead in my Luxury lord's bed I did not care of weather or bread Life Lynchs me, she's so rude I turned left to the wrath of hell I must tell you, hell is already here My flesh cozy but my soul yell This is the earth that we do share I had said Kamar is nothing but a myth I am twice correct But today we meet Call the priest who collects my tithe Should I be blind after I paid for sight The poor man, honey do pour His healthy heart in tattered coat The rich man, stings do pour His thorny heart in costly coat I stole from myself, the truth For I am blind of the lamb birth I chose the Golden crown of earth For I am sightful of the lustful fruit I woke up to the man in the mirror Tears roll his eyes while I smile Seven hours and it was lemon without fresh lime Sour and bitter saint of the carcass in the mirror ©Kuvar

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God will not destroy the world We'll destroy it long before he arrives

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Mar 1, 2016

Mar 1, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC

absurdmeaning

The end

God will not destroy the world We'll destroy it long before he arrives

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We're mixing our races Peaking what will help us survive Bots are advancing till they take the future We'll be long gone Wrinkly decays nourishing tomorrow Whatever that tomorrow is We're a ticking time bomb The next war will end with us all Sometimes I wonder who will be left for the rapture?

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC

Yao

Obliterating species

We're mixing our races Peaking what will help us survive Bots are advancing till they take the future We'll be long gone Wrinkly decays nourishing tomorrow Whatever that tomorrow is We're a ticking time bomb The next war will end with us all Sometimes I wonder who will be left for the rapture?

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