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Ye who enter here, beware
Of wolves and mine shaft pits, take care
Or ye shall taste the bitter death
That comes upon the creeper's breath

Thy survival, on the good
Of other players rests
Upon thy house a naming sign
Each person must *****

And when night falls, take care that ye
Who stalk the halls at dark
Set up a light for ev'ry turn
A stick lit with a spark

A bone to catch a wolfie with
Some cookies fresh to eat
And in a furnace, toasty warm,
We have to roast our meat

To mine the caves and tunnels deep
To delve into the mountains
And when the water gushes forth
We then create the fountains

Sell your wares, o Cobbler man
I've melons many to spare;
An axe, a sword, a shovel stone
Oh? You like my hair?

Here we go, see yon moon rise
The world in the starry twilight
I have not seen the whole world yet
Would you take me there by starlight?

Unspoken fear; the creeper hiss
Blew up my trusty door
And now all manner of verminous things
Have crawled across the floor

If only I had a wolf to my name
Three bones to win his love;
Then he could save me from--I shudder--
The Enderman above.

No armor have I, nor sword of iron
Stone and wood are mine
The wooden stairs that lead up high
Tell me, who had all this time?
2013 ramblings.
Cattatonicat Jul 2020
Disgusting
Unpleasant
Rotting
Selfish
Materialistic
Disrespectful­
Weak
Desperate
Rude
Arrogant
Controlling
Racist
Deceitful
Vermin­ous
mEb Nov 2010
Imperium stochastic place,
Much relevant ruins of here
Telpher away! provoke not thee
Gravel your verminous fears
For what not pleasant implicates,
Doubles; then impales when not seen
Bombards a sternum; which there lie *****,
Telpher away with steed!
Ben Jones Feb 2013
There's a hole in my wall which the wind whistles through
And the wallpaper's mouldy and calamine blue
The carpet besmirched with a decade of grime
And the pattern is lost to a happier time
The journals and books where my memories stay
Have mixed and submerged in a fearful array
The curtains hang tattered in woeful neglect
Where the mildew and fungus and beetles collect

There's a hole in the floor where the mice have a nest
Where the walls creak and groan like a cancerous chest
And a puddle emerges from under the door
Like a serpent, it winds on the laminate floor
Underfoot, fragments of crockery crunch
Still stained with the leavings of long ago lunch
There's a rattle and scratching of verminous claws
The spoon never stirs so the *** never pours

There's a crack in the window that lets in the rain
Where it runs in a rivulet right down the pane
The mattress is rotten and rusted inside
Bacteria thrive and amoeba divide
The ceiling is sagging from waterlogged beams
And catches the sunlight with putrefied gleams
Like powder, the plaster is fast in retreat
With it's choking secretions, the air is replete

There's a trace of a life that was never fulfilled
Like a drink only sipped and then carelessly spilled
There's hope of a future and trinkets amassed
But frittered away and consigned to the past
The wires are old but the bulbs are still new
And pictures of vigor are hanging askew
As if from existence, vitality blinked
A carcass remaining though life is extinct
Oh, shivering cold,
Oh, lingering end.
Oh, terminus untold,
Oh, verminous fiend.
Dear and everlasting trend,
Severe, loving old friend.
Regarding the night.
Brandon Sep 2011
Scalped and peeling skin of ****** laments
Broken hearted suicide at three am
The early waking dawn of last night’s tragedy
Carved into verminous veins
Scathing with golden luxuries of contempt
Slown moon shivers
Negating passive pretenses momentarily eclipsed in a sea of blood
Bathed in the shallow light of the mirror
Our reflections burn brilliant hues of stygian darkness
**What remains buried is unclear
who wants another Clinton
in the White House
to have another one
would be akin to a verminous mouse

when William Jefferson was there
he'd feel up the young interns
which bought a smell of *******
to the White House's ferns

now Hilary the old nag wants to be
the commander in chief
with her in the position
America would be bound for much grief

those persons in America
who've an iota of common sense
shall never let another Clinton
reside behind the White House fence

scandals aplenty are ever
trailing the Clinton name
as they've a reputation
for playing a most shameful game

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