#voldemort - Hello Poetry

I am the Master, whom you must learn to follow and obey. Whatever your resolve, I will inevitably have my way. The other opposed wills? For me they are as mere child's-play You cannot conceivably resist, so don't bother trying. Surely a life of submission is so much better than horribly dying. Swear your obeisance to me now, and you'd better not try lying. For I am your only Lord, worthy as none before ever was, As your only true allegiance, I am the one whom guides your cause. And my punishments are severe and swift, this Lord has teeth and claws. So bow down before me, and make your sincere and binding vow. Pledge to your true Master, lest my terrible wrath be brutally aroused. For I know neither mercy or forgiveness, and so never test my tolerance Just grant me your loyalty, your fealty, and eternal undying allegiance. .

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May 24, 2025

May 24, 2025 at 2:37 AM UTC

Professorjpj

The Master

I am the Master, whom you must learn to follow and obey. Whatever your resolve, I will inevitably have my way. The other opposed wills? For me they are as mere child's-play You cannot conceivably resist, so don't bother trying. Surely a life of submission is so much better than horribly dying. Swear your obeisance to me now, and you'd better not try lying. For I am your only Lord, worthy as none before ever was, As your only true allegiance, I am the one whom guides your cause. And my punishments are severe and swift, this Lord has teeth and claws. So bow down before me, and make your sincere and binding vow. Pledge to your true Master, lest my terrible wrath be brutally aroused. For I know neither mercy or forgiveness, and so never test my tolerance Just grant me your loyalty, your fealty, and eternal undying allegiance. .

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I was no Harry Potter Didn't have that much goodness in me But maybe I was a Draco Malfoy Trying to figure which road to take Light or dark? But somewhere along the journey I scattered 8 pieces of my soul like Voldemort

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Apr 29, 2022

Apr 29, 2022 at 4:24 PM UTC

predestined

He who must not be named

I was no Harry Potter Didn't have that much goodness in me But maybe I was a Draco Malfoy Trying to figure which road to take Light or dark? But somewhere along the journey I scattered 8 pieces of my soul like Voldemort

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You split my soul in seven Like a real life horcrux My soul is attached to objects That we have both grown to love You split my soul in seven Like you are a real life Voldemort Tragically forgetting That death indeed can be a blessing Ascending us to heaven You split my soul in seven Like a real life horcrux Now I am bound for eternity Pondering your sickening depravity

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Nov 14, 2020

Nov 14, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC

BeckieDandThePoetry

Horcrux

You split my soul in seven Like a real life horcrux My soul is attached to objects That we have both grown to love You split my soul in seven Like you are a real life Voldemort Tragically forgetting That death indeed can be a blessing Ascending us to heaven You split my soul in seven Like a real life horcrux Now I am bound for eternity Pondering your sickening depravity

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And so did Harry Potter yell!

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Apr 13, 2015

Apr 13, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC

Atul

Expelliarmus!!!

And so did Harry Potter yell!

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I’ve never seen God Only my Father: **** in his beak, Stale circus peanuts in his heart

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Jul 14, 2017

Jul 14, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC

sean-murray

God

I’ve never seen God Only my Father: **** in his beak, Stale circus peanuts in his heart

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ng? Who’s here with you?’ His voice was calm, but his look was determined. ‘Goldstein is at the other end

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Dec 22, 2014

Dec 22, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC

u636832

rily along the footpath, his head

ng? Who’s here with you?’ His voice was calm, but his look was determined. ‘Goldstein is at the other end

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it feels like the blood inside my veins is moving like quick dry cement does ten hours after it's poured simultaneously a storm brews in them similar to how mom once brewed soup that tasted of distanced family and bile bile which still resides in a clump at the back of my throat from the last time i said your name you are he-who-shall-not-be-named since saying your name is as dangerous as saying Voldemort’s monochromatic colour schemes make up my world, each day either tinted or shaded usually shaded because I was told that dark colours are slimming and that thought never left my mind rain smudges all of the pigments together and even my glasses can't correct my vision i love rain but my rainbows are always brown-black like those karate belts you had when you lived or how she used to mix all of her playdoh together i used to believe that she created the world that way god i wish i was right.

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Apr 29, 2014

Apr 29, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC

vvellthen

my throat is sore

it feels like the blood inside my veins is moving like quick dry cement does ten hours after it's poured simultaneously a storm brews in them similar to how mom once brewed soup that tasted of distanced family and bile bile which still resides in a clump at the back of my throat from the last time i said your name you are he-who-shall-not-be-named since saying your name is as dangerous as saying Voldemort’s monochromatic colour schemes make up my world, each day either tinted or shaded usually shaded because I was told that dark colours are slimming and that thought never left my mind rain smudges all of the pigments together and even my glasses can't correct my vision i love rain but my rainbows are always brown-black like those karate belts you had when you lived or how she used to mix all of her playdoh together i used to believe that she created the world that way god i wish i was right.

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