#thrash - Hello Poetry

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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We've our grievances right here in hand Blood soaked envelopes stamped sweat and seal They use empty truths to pitch hate as a promised land They sell their answers used, as is to the fearing masses And they do so dirt cheap dirt cheap From a throne of our skulls and ancient bones .our ******* bones.

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Oct 13, 2017

Oct 13, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC

ZeroNine

Grievances - Discount Meat

We've our grievances right here in hand Blood soaked envelopes stamped sweat and seal They use empty truths to pitch hate as a promised land They sell their answers used, as is to the fearing masses And they do so dirt cheap dirt cheap From a throne of our skulls and ancient bones .our ******* bones.

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Once worried sick I went home from school But then at home I got enough I packed a bag And took the train I had an hour Before it would be too late To catch up and have a talk But the efforts was wasted And I got hurt I wrote in anger I made even threats That's a fact I can't change what I did While I was sitting the hour on my Way back with the train My anger dissapeared, But I forgot To take down the thrash, which I had written

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC

HeidiHenriksen

The Thrash I Wrote...

Once worried sick I went home from school But then at home I got enough I packed a bag And took the train I had an hour Before it would be too late To catch up and have a talk But the efforts was wasted And I got hurt I wrote in anger I made even threats That's a fact I can't change what I did While I was sitting the hour on my Way back with the train My anger dissapeared, But I forgot To take down the thrash, which I had written

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Deserted hopes left to dry in despair Marching on, they stomp on any remains To quell the spell of which you've longed for Before they rip your one outlook apart Night smothers any remaining time left Do you feel the cruciality of the moment? Authoritative ones do not worry your plight These beasts perish only after you lose Against their sorcery within the final fight Do you wish to die? Beware the finish that looms to you A reward for servants is nonexistent Sudden death will eviscerate contentment Then I will reign on your final day of life Now I know you're mine!

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Jun 18, 2018

Jun 18, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC

dustindean

The Fight Of Your Life

Deserted hopes left to dry in despair Marching on, they stomp on any remains To quell the spell of which you've longed for Before they rip your one outlook apart Night smothers any remaining time left Do you feel the cruciality of the moment? Authoritative ones do not worry your plight These beasts perish only after you lose Against their sorcery within the final fight Do you wish to die? Beware the finish that looms to you A reward for servants is nonexistent Sudden death will eviscerate contentment Then I will reign on your final day of life Now I know you're mine!

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