"fabricators" poems - Hello Poetry

Our Father Woe! to these demonic determined downtrodden deceivers, Woe! Oh Thine merciless mendicants of misery and maleficent mendacity Woe! Oh common corrupt conniving cunning calumnious crusaders of crucifixion... scurrilous screeds scribbling sorrows The Lord will sharpen thou pencils... Thou pocket protectors whilst melt into thine ******* Thou spectacles opaque and permanently smudged...with other assorted myriad miseries Thou mittens will be smitten with interminable degeneracy... Oh languid leaders of licentious lubricious larceny.. Oh craving calculating copious concupiscent calumnious falsifiers... Oh maudlin mocking manipulators, multitudinous marauding machinations **Thy God is an angry God a vengeful God a jealous God** Oh **** pots and gall! Oh sordid ****** insalubrious denizens of depraved degeneracy Take heed thou names mightn't appear in the almighty book of life when judgement deigns an opprobrious order of objurgation terrible tragic tempestous tribulations of treachery Oh Woe! Alas! They are fallacious febrile fabricators, fallen , fragmented flawed fugacious furtive falsifiers!! scalawags and rapscallions..rascals of ribaldry..forlorn fallen away backslidden recalcitrants… Oh misguided miserable miscreants, maladies and agitation be thy lot! This rant has been brought to you by: The Most High and Holy Priest of the Ignoble Church of Alliteration & Utter Skepticisim

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Aug 8, 2013

Aug 8, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC

sobroquet

The Besotted Wayward English Major Turned Priest

Our Father Woe! to these demonic determined downtrodden deceivers, Woe! Oh Thine merciless mendicants of misery and maleficent mendacity Woe! Oh common corrupt conniving cunning calumnious crusaders of crucifixion... scurrilous screeds scribbling sorrows The Lord will sharpen thou pencils... Thou pocket protectors whilst melt into thine ******* Thou spectacles opaque and permanently smudged...with other assorted myriad miseries Thou mittens will be smitten with interminable degeneracy... Oh languid leaders of licentious lubricious larceny.. Oh craving calculating copious concupiscent calumnious falsifiers... Oh maudlin mocking manipulators, multitudinous marauding machinations **Thy God is an angry God a vengeful God a jealous God** Oh **** pots and gall! Oh sordid ****** insalubrious denizens of depraved degeneracy Take heed thou names mightn't appear in the almighty book of life when judgement deigns an opprobrious order of objurgation terrible tragic tempestous tribulations of treachery Oh Woe! Alas! They are fallacious febrile fabricators, fallen , fragmented flawed fugacious furtive falsifiers!! scalawags and rapscallions..rascals of ribaldry..forlorn fallen away backslidden recalcitrants… Oh misguided miserable miscreants, maladies and agitation be thy lot! This rant has been brought to you by: The Most High and Holy Priest of the Ignoble Church of Alliteration & Utter Skepticisim

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Killing robots is fun spending time going through the waves all the noise of machines around then that one noob joins who goes pyro with backburner i say kick him so we do then a gibus ****** joins we say *** go back to boot camp so he does and then a scout joins we start the wave he misses 102 credits kick that guy too then "he" joins 412 tours and unusual hats australium weapons shining in our faces we go through the waves and win hooray for us we get robot parts and killstreak fabricators then that one guy xXSniperPro69Xx gets

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Jul 19, 2014

Jul 19, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC

professordrmr-walsh

Tour of Duty

Killing robots is fun spending time going through the waves all the noise of machines around then that one noob joins who goes pyro with backburner i say kick him so we do then a gibus ****** joins we say *** go back to boot camp so he does and then a scout joins we start the wave he misses 102 credits kick that guy too then "he" joins 412 tours and unusual hats australium weapons shining in our faces we go through the waves and win hooray for us we get robot parts and killstreak fabricators then that one guy xXSniperPro69Xx gets

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Shaman's see visions of heinous onslaught, No pormonteaus of buried boon!!! Priests and rabbis lick thine clothe, Ebbing closer to emptied rooms!!! Young girls and boys burlesque in their costumes, Mother and father do buck, Living in hell in thine own living room, Fast lives, cars and trucks! Aphrodisiacs they put in their vein, Tears dry the carpets, Entertainers dance in thy rain, Moribund, still a lonesome carcass!!! Covetednous, they've made as their gods, Fast foods, no life, Intimance gone!!!! A band to wear with crested jewels, Yet what art they with no meaning? Say thy affiance all that thou wilt, Still stuck in the land of the dreaming!!!! Mutagens and fabricators to selves, Clouds come with no pour down, The poor line the street for the corner spells, Doeth you giveth them love? Or throw them in cells? Devotee to Christ, Hath thou given advice? Yet still taketh not thy own? Your bloods spilt to the mass of drules, Still dont want to be alone!!! Trammels your in, In trammels you'll sin, In trammels you will die or awake once again!!!!

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May 22, 2015

May 22, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

novissima hora est. ( the end is near) latin tounge

Shaman's see visions of heinous onslaught, No pormonteaus of buried boon!!! Priests and rabbis lick thine clothe, Ebbing closer to emptied rooms!!! Young girls and boys burlesque in their costumes, Mother and father do buck, Living in hell in thine own living room, Fast lives, cars and trucks! Aphrodisiacs they put in their vein, Tears dry the carpets, Entertainers dance in thy rain, Moribund, still a lonesome carcass!!! Covetednous, they've made as their gods, Fast foods, no life, Intimance gone!!!! A band to wear with crested jewels, Yet what art they with no meaning? Say thy affiance all that thou wilt, Still stuck in the land of the dreaming!!!! Mutagens and fabricators to selves, Clouds come with no pour down, The poor line the street for the corner spells, Doeth you giveth them love? Or throw them in cells? Devotee to Christ, Hath thou given advice? Yet still taketh not thy own? Your bloods spilt to the mass of drules, Still dont want to be alone!!! Trammels your in, In trammels you'll sin, In trammels you will die or awake once again!!!!

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Teller of untruths Cornered in my name with boon companion As they are bored to tears To spin a yarn in my name Fruitful or fruitless but… Let them talk Deep inside I know I am the sugar in their tea, Daily headline in their labourish chat Indeed, never a dull moment in my name For thy unconstrained conversation I am truly blessed to be surrounded By fabricators fabricating fabrications in my name Because of thy jealousy reigning in their flesh but… Let them talk! Pen by Albert Chokoe

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Nov 6, 2018

Nov 6, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC

FearlessPoet

Poem: Let them Talk

Teller of untruths Cornered in my name with boon companion As they are bored to tears To spin a yarn in my name Fruitful or fruitless but… Let them talk Deep inside I know I am the sugar in their tea, Daily headline in their labourish chat Indeed, never a dull moment in my name For thy unconstrained conversation I am truly blessed to be surrounded By fabricators fabricating fabrications in my name Because of thy jealousy reigning in their flesh but… Let them talk! Pen by Albert Chokoe

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* If this simple write should prove to be my swan song , let it be duly noted that I left headstrong ! As the Drill Sergeant , leading green soldiers , the fearless non-commissioned officer , carrying the colors ! The Calvary , under direct fire , dressing the ranks , preparing the charge , advancing forward , committing what cries to be heard unto paper for all the world to address , exposing the draconian tyrants of prose , poetic blasphemers and the vile fabricators of plagiarism ! *

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Nov 2, 2015

Nov 2, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Poet & Poetess Prayer

* If this simple write should prove to be my swan song , let it be duly noted that I left headstrong ! As the Drill Sergeant , leading green soldiers , the fearless non-commissioned officer , carrying the colors ! The Calvary , under direct fire , dressing the ranks , preparing the charge , advancing forward , committing what cries to be heard unto paper for all the world to address , exposing the draconian tyrants of prose , poetic blasphemers and the vile fabricators of plagiarism ! *

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