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Jeremiah Mhlongo Aug 2017
Sweet lips.
Juicy hips.
A *****.
To saduce.
Unto death.
Caressed to sin,
Forbiden meals to dine,
Overthrow tha devil,
Savour and devour no evil.
She rode me to hell,
With flowers heavenly,
Some scent of olive to connive,
I was annoited with gasoline to burn.
Tied to the grave To life I wont return.
Sometimes the people you fall in love with are the devils daughters sent to invite you back to hell.
Crashing economy
Poor job growth
One job, might lose it
Hardly anyone can help out

**** it all to hell
Hopefully my guardian Angel can hear me when i yell
Hopefully she's not drinking that Corona again
When i told her not to
She's a great Angel, she really is
She just couldn't handle the excessive pressure going on within me
Can't sue her for trying
It's not her fault or mine everything is haphazardly and disjointed

A new age needs to be selected, annoited
In order for my breaths to breathe in something healing.
Mr Xelle Sep 2015
Stars are rolling away like it's my heart
Earthquakes cause I broken yours is too late the night is grown I'm calling in.
Too much times you told me I've been praying threw times you showed me don't be mad remember mercy like it's tsunamis after math.
Meet you pass the moon the Dragon lies and what humans do I'm walking threw the stars and what has made you gag...
Heavens calling back I don't know why gravity has my back I'm backing on iPhone tabs and annoited hands I just want to be one minded normal man.
EmperorOfMine Oct 2018
Annoited within the bleeding
Left falling in broken endings
A story built on our showers
A horror built up like towers

Humanity is resetting
Repeating all of our actions
Resulting in stories setting
A looping theme of the masses

A tragedy's in progression
No peace sent into the pending
Will, we ever have a session
That'll end without us pleading

Absence in understanding
We'd not know what's up ahead
As we wander the forest thinking
We've won when we've lost instead.
Marci Ace Aug 2015
Horror and terror,

The nightmares,

And scares,

The screams,

And blood,

The blood…

That blood,

That scatters,

And flares.

Those demons,

In masks.

Unbreakable,

And tasks.

They come at night,

Sometimes at day.

Do anybody see it?

Or is it **** what I say?

I expect nothing,

So I won’t be disappointed,

But the demons in my ear

Screaming

‘SAVE THE ANNOITED!’

God why me?

The bandages you’ve given me

Is continuing to bleed.

It doesn’t feel natural.

Sometimes it feels like

I'm not human.

My problems are

Consuming,

And these masks are

Resuming,

In my head,

God tell me,

Am I dead?

Did I go to hell?

Right here in my bed?

God did you give me a reason,

Just to be hunted by

Demons?

  

  



                                                   -Marci H.

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