#hitman - Hello Poetry

These idiot mafia fiends are drinking in the playground, Great role models the kids see, as they see them fondly find the **** little thing called a car key. I wait patiently under an oak tree, They finally move on. I'm thinking of a future son, with my girlfriend. Getting out, is not so easily. They'll give me, an impossible mission. I follow them about 1000 meters and then I stand patiently, and head pop all these creatures, who mean nothing to me.

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Apr 14, 2025

Apr 14, 2025 at 8:38 AM UTC

Fallen-Angel

The ****** : Part 2

These idiot mafia fiends are drinking in the playground, Great role models the kids see, as they see them fondly find the **** little thing called a car key. I wait patiently under an oak tree, They finally move on. I'm thinking of a future son, with my girlfriend. Getting out, is not so easily. They'll give me, an impossible mission. I follow them about 1000 meters and then I stand patiently, and head pop all these creatures, who mean nothing to me.

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You held me close, yet lied to me, A traitor's mask I could not see. The warmth I crave, your arms I seek, But truth has made my heart grow weak. I know your truth, but I can't say, The cost is one I dare not pay. My silence screams, my heart decays, Bound by the game we’re forced to play. Still, I’m trapped in your embrace, Hating the love I can’t erase.

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Dec 25, 2024

Dec 25, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC

Yourshadow

Last embrace

You held me close, yet lied to me, A traitor's mask I could not see. The warmth I crave, your arms I seek, But truth has made my heart grow weak. I know your truth, but I can't say, The cost is one I dare not pay. My silence screams, my heart decays, Bound by the game we’re forced to play. Still, I’m trapped in your embrace, Hating the love I can’t erase.

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They call him the King of Horror He’s a walking Armageddon A nightmare given flesh Made to rot and decay Just like everything else I call him by the barcode Written right on his brain Nihilson CHORUS 1: With an empty stomach and heart There is no hope from the start That’s how he was designed To cut our world down to size From the penthouse fat cats To the downtown thugs No man or child is safe From his marrow touch And his eyes of hate They see no happiness No truth or dare Just bugs and cocktails Waiting to be spilled Till every drop is gone He won’t rest in peace Until life is dead CHORUS 2: With an empty stomach and heart There is no love from the start That’s how he was designed (God help our wretched souls) To tear the world down to size He’s cut the world down to size Is he the King of Horror? Can he crawl out of the grave And into our dreams? Is there no stopping him? Will our minds be wiped clean So we can suffer no longer? Will we not even remember How Nihilson came to be? What does it matter? We are who we will be From one monster to another It’s all a bad dream That’s all we can dream To be heard and never seen That’s who we will be If we don’t wake up and see

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Jul 26, 2020

Jul 26, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC

mysteryezekude

Nihilson (In Response to King of Horror)

They call him the King of Horror He’s a walking Armageddon A nightmare given flesh Made to rot and decay Just like everything else I call him by the barcode Written right on his brain Nihilson CHORUS 1: With an empty stomach and heart There is no hope from the start That’s how he was designed To cut our world down to size From the penthouse fat cats To the downtown thugs No man or child is safe From his marrow touch And his eyes of hate They see no happiness No truth or dare Just bugs and cocktails Waiting to be spilled Till every drop is gone He won’t rest in peace Until life is dead CHORUS 2: With an empty stomach and heart There is no love from the start That’s how he was designed (God help our wretched souls) To tear the world down to size He’s cut the world down to size Is he the King of Horror? Can he crawl out of the grave And into our dreams? Is there no stopping him? Will our minds be wiped clean So we can suffer no longer? Will we not even remember How Nihilson came to be? What does it matter? We are who we will be From one monster to another It’s all a bad dream That’s all we can dream To be heard and never seen That’s who we will be If we don’t wake up and see

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They prefer the dark corners in a theatre Places adjacent to a snack bar But close enough to the exit Because killers on strings Always eat on the run They're sown from a different cloth Brains made of the same Course material As flailing arms and legs To form one disturbing pattern They make such good liquidators For their eyes are dead Their heart lifeless and unbeaten Their long fingers perfect For a bit of good-natured strangulation Never mind though We must first tip our hats To those who truly pull the strings Hosting kid puppet shows by day Hiring out cute cuddly fiends after hours

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Mar 12, 2020

Mar 12, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

Homicidal Muppets

They prefer the dark corners in a theatre Places adjacent to a snack bar But close enough to the exit Because killers on strings Always eat on the run They're sown from a different cloth Brains made of the same Course material As flailing arms and legs To form one disturbing pattern They make such good liquidators For their eyes are dead Their heart lifeless and unbeaten Their long fingers perfect For a bit of good-natured strangulation Never mind though We must first tip our hats To those who truly pull the strings Hosting kid puppet shows by day Hiring out cute cuddly fiends after hours

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There's a shape in the shadows There's a chill in the air But he won't let you get rattled You won't know that he's there There's no way to do battle, when you're caught unaware One blink and he'll be gone and you'll be dead in your chair Or was he even there Can you even prepare For a reckoning, a second into catching the glare Of a barrel when the bullet's already in the air Or the chemicals already have your vision impaired As you try to place the face of that sommelier When you're about to win the race but find the breaks aren't there On a knife's edge, placed between the fumes and the flare The last breath...with a glove in your hair He's an artist with a knife He will catch you by surprise There's no faster a demise Were you happy with your life Cause you didn't have the time left for it to flash before your eyes The sound of a coin on the ground And not a shred of evidence will ever be found Your death will be swift, without any sound Ain't it tragic how a man can accidentally drown?

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC

prossnip42

Him

There's a shape in the shadows There's a chill in the air But he won't let you get rattled You won't know that he's there There's no way to do battle, when you're caught unaware One blink and he'll be gone and you'll be dead in your chair Or was he even there Can you even prepare For a reckoning, a second into catching the glare Of a barrel when the bullet's already in the air Or the chemicals already have your vision impaired As you try to place the face of that sommelier When you're about to win the race but find the breaks aren't there On a knife's edge, placed between the fumes and the flare The last breath...with a glove in your hair He's an artist with a knife He will catch you by surprise There's no faster a demise Were you happy with your life Cause you didn't have the time left for it to flash before your eyes The sound of a coin on the ground And not a shred of evidence will ever be found Your death will be swift, without any sound Ain't it tragic how a man can accidentally drown?

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We determine who we are By what we do. The choices we've made Forever our own. The flip switch we never saw Is hidden in you.

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Sep 15, 2015

Sep 15, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC

Cheshire_Leia

Bedtime stories 8

We determine who we are By what we do. The choices we've made Forever our own. The flip switch we never saw Is hidden in you.

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Skilled in the art of bloodshed A rogue of the ancient clan a sinister viper striking silently with a deadly hand The sound of his blade in the distance Is your only chance of escape Before the Ancient Assassin comes to sever your life away Nothing to live for, nowhere is safe Stick to the light if you wish to escape Fear not the weapon but the hand that wields it Beware the shadows if you value your life Silent and deadly he strikes in the darkness Beware the shadows and you may survive Once the proudest warrior in the clan of the Black Sand A master of the prehistoric art of hit man Black he feels inside, no beauty left in life Vengeance and destruction - his last will and command Nothing to live for, nowhere is safe Stick to the light if you wish to escape Far from the shadows, stay in the light For when darkness surrounds you, you will surely die. Fear not the weapon but the hand that wields it Beware the shadows if you value your life Silent and deadly he strikes in the darkness Beware the shadows and you may survive

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC

xan-abyss

Beware the Shadows

Skilled in the art of bloodshed A rogue of the ancient clan a sinister viper striking silently with a deadly hand The sound of his blade in the distance Is your only chance of escape Before the Ancient Assassin comes to sever your life away Nothing to live for, nowhere is safe Stick to the light if you wish to escape Fear not the weapon but the hand that wields it Beware the shadows if you value your life Silent and deadly he strikes in the darkness Beware the shadows and you may survive Once the proudest warrior in the clan of the Black Sand A master of the prehistoric art of hit man Black he feels inside, no beauty left in life Vengeance and destruction - his last will and command Nothing to live for, nowhere is safe Stick to the light if you wish to escape Far from the shadows, stay in the light For when darkness surrounds you, you will surely die. Fear not the weapon but the hand that wields it Beware the shadows if you value your life Silent and deadly he strikes in the darkness Beware the shadows and you may survive

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