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ZorbatheGeek Dec 2014
the days of morons and assasins
are here to tell us
stories so macabre
that the ghosts get the chills

for our children will know
that hell is where you are born
and heaven is just full of bright lights
and dark nights

morons of religion. morons of faith
who just want one god
made of hatred and pain

the book of the morons
has a sharp edged blade
for one who reads it
does not understand whats said

blow them to pieces
shoot them to shreds
for these are our children
and its your right to make them dead

you say your god is better
that my god is not there
i think i agree
for if he was here
then my child would still be here
Marshal Gebbie Dec 2014
The fiscal snare is drawing tight
Putin’s day... now courting night,
Rouble tilts vertiginously
To Satan’s **** religiously.
Fiscal snare is drawing blood
A trickle then... is now a flood,
Russia’s central bank adjusts
But ineffectually, combusts.
Hard line prospects elbow dance
Aligning for assasins lance.

Perhaps….
Better now, the Devil known
Than facing down an Unknown throne…..
Facing down an Iron call
With finger poised in nuclear thrall.

What choice now for ego’s Prince
Retreat from Eastern Ukraine’s wince?
Retreat Crimea’s balmy shores
To face the nationalistic howl of hordes?
Brinkmanship…the other way
A gamble that the West might sway?

Either way the game is up
Now bitter wine brims Russia’s cup.

M.
Nick Jan 2019
There is a kingdom that resides in the sky,
Whose cool demeanor hold all upon high,
There be darkness within these walls,
Shadows to cause all to fall,
King makes his decrees,
Assasins plan sneakily,
Bell of thunder,
Of loud dismay,
Upon this altar,
Demons will rise,
To waylay all plights,
With great surprise,
Silence,
Then screams,
Innocence screams,
Terribly so,
But here comes the hero,
Bobbing to and fro,
Slash right then left,
Block left then right,
Sword clangs ring out,
Complete silence all about,
The darkness is dead,
Laid upon the battlefield,
Bled,
All will mourn the lost,
Was it worth the cost,
Peace throughout the land,
The king rewarded the merry man,
With fire,
And a wooden stand,
Burned at the stake,
A heroic man
Let me know what you think.
k May 2017
I walk around feeling like a bullet wound. / like I am shot full of holes and always bleeding out. This is the type of pain that you can never find reprieve from. / I put my love and trust in a number of emotional assasins. / Well disguised as friends and lovers. / Then, in one fell swoop a wrecking ball was taken to the entirety of my life. / I quietly collected the salvagible pieces and receeded off into the shadows. / I have been clutching the shattered fragments close to my chest ever since. / sometimes it draws blood. / sometimes it makes it hard to breathe.
An excerpt from a book I will probably never write
Jamie Richardson Mar 2017
The Seven, they breeze through fast,
A sand storm of death, the timeless breath

The assassin’s red rose trickle,
Sliding down a silver blue shaft

Aren’t we bored yet?
Or just blinded by a flash of steel
And the overkill, that won’t forget,
How to please. The pleasurable squeeze,
Of someone's death.

Behind the masks,
Avian eyes glisten like steel,
And I stiffen, but it’s not me they’ll ****.

How old those eyes?
Where the fascination lies.

But it's not with them,
It’s us? Well me.

I can’t help but look,
I can’t help but see.

I watch, rapt through a hand,
A sword glint in moonlight,
And swoop clean through the land.

A head rolls, a feast for gulls,
The maggots and worms waiting their turns.

And all the time I watch and excite in the thrill,
That tonight, it's not me they’ll ****.
harry singh Jul 2015
Why cry
This is what
The world
Has become .

Accept
We are worse
Than animals
Who **** for hunger
Or for love .

The killer
Showed his
Baseless ego
Never thinking
How he would feel
If baited and killed .

A majestic creature
More powerful
Than man
Without a weapon
Laid to rest
Brutally .

Assasins ****
For money ,
Religion or politics .
Why **** Cecil
Free of all this .

Mankind
Bow your heads
In shame .
We have reached
The ultimate
Depths
Of degeneration .


                                              Collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse , Colombo
M Feb 2018
Verse 1
Sneak peak at your future-is it warm and bright?
A flash foward that is only for tonight.
Ring a bell for every single sinner-
prepare the gold for our number one winner-
I see you're starved like a wolf without his dinner-
I'll pull out the guide "Assasins for Beginners"
Do you wanna know-Do you want to know
Is it yes or no-is it yes or no
Pull back every arrow
And shoot it through your bow.

Verse 2
I sip every ounce of the satin night.
Like a veil of memory washing out my sight.
Raise a heart for every single loser-
Burn a witch says ever accusor-
I sleep walk all the nights that I am dreamin-
I've got a little secret: my lover is a demon.
Do you wanna know-do you wanna know
Is it yes or no-is it yes or no
Pull back every arrow and shoot it through your bow.

Verse 3
Raise your glass-to the moonlight.
As if your last-no wrong or right.
Is it worth your story to have it all?
No more bruising glory, no more room to fall...
A dark love spell.
A play on Cupid being evil and actually a monster, a reflection on my own experience.
Edit* has since been written into a song
Still living in hell
Never been to jail but i feel
Trapped in a cell with out no bail
Seeing demons prevail
In this game of life
Try to be righteous but all I see strife
Marking me enemies territory
Catch my allegory as i flip the story
Politics bore me id rather see them in gory
Punished for all there sins
Where they cant repent or make amends
A true soldier born for the war
Like an eagle takin' soar
Weighing in on ya mental capicity
Yall cant fade me tried to play me
But it wont last long
Steppin' out the coliseum reigning as champion
The last of the dons
Stay blasting like an assasins
Can't get no mercy outta me
So come after me im livin carefree
All my enemies I line em up
Leave em opened and soaked up
In they own blood
Soul stuck in mud
My hands quick with tha gat
Never failed at
Marksmanship so whats bust ya raps?
Talkin reckless about the brothers
Up in Texas
Dont ya know we'll ****** ya necklace
Got a few homies serving macks
To ya back
Come with a confrontation
We'll **** your chit chat imagine that?
Twenty killers aiming led at yo peen
Dumping on fools out a black lac limousine
Skipped cousines
Cuz im on a cash fiend
Never trusted quotes in a magazine
But keep magazines
In my car next to my AR
15 followed by 16 shots body rott
Somebody call the cops
Cuz yosef wont stop
The train but it wont last too too long
By the time they catch me ill be gone
Into another dimension my intentions
To shake the whole world up
When my guns acts up make ******* back up
This is a revolt anthem none can phantom
Out ya pain im permenant on ya brain like stain
Going against grain
Couldnt handle my pressure got ya on a stretcher
Drawing illusions brain contusions confusing
Ya with my mental ju jitzu hit you
With a telepathy that will disconnect ya whole anatomy cant battle me
Or better shatter me my critics be
Sitting on the internet hating and faking
But then take my **** then making
Beats with my lyrics
Foggy skies cant braille my eyes
Watch me clear
The clouds from my sunshine that glows out of my skin
Which means yall gonnna bend
Cant defend
Cuz we upped our figures
Mobbin with a thousands of triggers
Wit War hungry guerillas
So dont ask why we blast Nyguhhhhhh!!!!

Us the first to bust!!
Muiruri gathairu Oct 2019
I get bored and I check my feed
There's a first world crisis somewhere in leeds
New bullet train in Tokyo, they praise it for it's speed
Some CEO resigns , he couldn't control his greed
Meanwhile more civilians continue to bleed
But in the polls the president is still gaining a lead
Money laundered with the help of some Swedes
Two weeks later they've all been freed
Stoners calling for the legalization of ****
Thunberg about to get a nobel for all her deeds
She says we should all plant more seeds
For now that's all the update I need
I go back to playing assasins creed
Tyler Jan 2022
toast to our ghosts.
to ragabond know-nothings.
lifting, spilling, daring, courage.
And Honor.

A brotherhood built in assasins.
Not to be taken to timid degree.

We love by a creed.
We wake endlessly.
Seep seamlessly.
Nature's order canvas
for a paintbrush;
sweeping will of color.
sweeping sounds of love,
of chirping birds.
opening my soul with their
song.

— The End —