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"corrupter" poems
the heavy heart is a heathen corrupter of better nature committer of soul-treason fueled by the miserable notion that death is twilight and life is dawn to flight, to flail to rage, to rail to weep, to wail to no avail to unhope and all of this minus the mercy ©Jason Cole
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
Minus The Mercy
why does the monster have to come out of the shadows why have i become this evil being with no cause is it because i fail and i have decided to Take whats mine Choices we make reflect our actions trust me i am not your savior i am completely a demon to your parents eyes the Corrupter which is false oh well past is past because i am a dark soul but i am still caring and will forever Love is a sick sick feeling full of idiotic happiness and false reality sky high then your on the ground broken in half Aren't all of man kind carry a black spot that is pure evil pure sick twisted hunger for revenge and the craving of wanting more and more
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
split personality
I keep on telling the truth, You know, like you never do. I call you by name and say All I say about you is true. I wrote poems about you, What the hell do you want? You ignore all I have said You ignore all my taunts. I want you to sue me Then with proof that you lie The world can finally rest And bid you goodbye As they drag your fat *** Off to Leavenworth jail Where you won’t have Twitter, Internet or even email. I hope you get convicted As the Corrupter In Chief Because you are nearly The worst kind of public thief. You steal from the poor And have kidnapped children, And you  think your cowardice Is a secret and is hidden. Daily I hope someone intelligent Will go sue you for defaulting On the promises you made us That have been obviously insulting. You broadcast your hatred for us if we Are not rich, perverted Republicans. Now you are reversing all the good That decent people have done. I am ashamed of the millions Who act like you are Jesus When it’s as plain as your nose You are like an obese Rhesus. I’m sorry so many people are nuts, Too weak-minded to recognize What an ugly fate for America You are unveiling before their eyes.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
tRUMP, I CALL YOU OUT!
She wonders why she wants more More of what she shouldn’t have Like poison or acid in her lungs She should not want this She should not want him He is the poison running through her The acid that’s tormenting her mind She feels his presences inside of her But yet she does not worry She likes the feeling of losing hope Of losing self respect She does not care of what she sees herself as But of what he sees in her His eyes burn into her soul They have corrupted in more ways than one And therefore will lie forever In her veins, in her mind and in her heart She will look back on those days And try to see what she saw in him She will see nothing But only remember of what he did His kiss, his touch, his lips lingering along her neckline All these will come back to her And she will not mind For her veins, and her mind, and her heart They will all want it back But now it will be to late She has grown up and seen what he really is A corrupter of the mind Of the heart and of the veins that run threw her system He will be there forever And there’s nothing she can do But she does not mind For she wants him No matter how he has possessed her And has ruined her forever She still wants the devil And he still wants her soul
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
She Wonders Why She Wants More
By: Cedric McClester Uncomfortable days And sleepless nights He eats their souls In tiny bites While promoting the Supremacy of whites The kind of controversy In which he delights They find themselves Acquiescing To various things That he’s addressing It takes a while for them To learn their lesson After they’ve become One of his possessions In good time No one denies Everything he touches Eventually dies Or becomes someone For him to despise With reputations tattered Otherwise If he’s not Satan, Who is he then? A corrupter Of women and of men Who swallows their souls Like only he can Which his victims Eventually understand Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.
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May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC
UNCOMFORTABLE DAYS AND SLEEPLESS NIGHT