Evil Mind
Crawling through age with your anger and rage
Hiding away from your past
Here in this time we ain't living in crime
You can not ignore our rules
Don't try to challenge our God
Cause he's got the strength that no man possess
Don't be a pain in his ass abandon your evil thoughts
I am a man who is send to your land
To defeatyour mighty one
I will bring darkness with honour and pride
Please tell your Lord to hide
Don't try to challenge our God
Cause he's got the strength that no man possess
Don't be a pain in his ass abandon your evil thoughts
He have to fight I will challenge he's might
And soon I will rule this world
Don't be to sure our God will not fall
He will destroy your black force
Don't try to challenge our God
Cause he's got the strength that no man possess
Don't be a pain in his ass abandon your evil thoughts
song performed by by Zonata
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Milton challenges you all poets
Mentor Milton is gone
His heir is on
Today let you all know
The power of Milton reigns in me
For you should all hide your pen
I challenge you all
My poetry is the door to our century
I challenge you all
Am Oba king of poet
For who shall challenge
All poets are fools
Nay, the world is new
Respond my summon if truly you are great
Ignore, believing i am great
I challenge you all fools
The Lessons Of My Past
I must portray a stoic strength on the outside
To hide the immense pain I feel on the inside;
If it were not for the same, I may not know
The depths of which I needed privity, in order to grow;
What came first I wonder, the strength or the pain! ?
Was it a test of that which was already there,
Or perhaps a quality I had need to gain! ?
Either way, I possess not, need to draw compare;
This is a reality with which I live most every day,
My past has changed my futurity in most every way;
It is to this future that I look, with eyes open wide,
With a hopeful heart and a tremendous sense of pride-
The possibilities are as boundless as the sky, vast-
My future is made brilliant, through the lesson of my past!
-Maurice Harris,29 January 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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Different reactions
A wizard once said
Reactions to wrongs and evil vary
The bravest would fight back
With all the might they possess
With all the tools available
Next to them would denounce and condemn
Loud and clear, so the world could know
What they stood for
Many would dare not to utter their thoughts
Just hating the evil within their feeble hearts
Cowards but still part and parcel of good
Beware the rest, he warned
They are wrong doers or ignorents
Very easy preys and tools in hands of evil
I Blacken the Sun
I blacken the sun, with all the evil I possess,
Belittling those around me, as a way to relieve my stress,
I blacken the sun, with every word that escapes my lips,
As they pierce into your soul, and slowly tear you into bits,
I dare anybody to step up to me, oh what horrible things that can be done,
I have the power to defeat anybody, because I'm what blackens the sun,
I can cut through you with my eyes, and shred you to pieces with my words,
I'm the baddest thing alive, or haven't you already heard?
That I blacken the sun, with all the forces of hell,
Inflicting pain on others, because evil always prevail,
Your hurt is a cure to my wounds, a remedy to my pain,
It gives me the ability to go on, the strength to sustain,
The power to be undefeated, defeated by none,
Because I'm what blackens that sun,
poem by Niakeva Thomas
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How Could I Hide?
There is no escape
Always creeping, always following always there
Always here, there is nowhere to go
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to stay far from
No distance great enough
No wall strong enough
Never enough
How can you hide
From what is inside
How is that you could distance yourself from that who is in you
That who is you
How is that you could just not be the you who you are
How is it I could not be me
No matter what I do he's there he's in me he is me
How could I not be the sum of my mistakes?
How can You tell me that I'm more
How could I not be something to abhor
I cannot run from who I am, how is that not tied to what I did
What I do doesn't that become me? Do I become that?
My mind tells me that's wrong, my heart is evil, but it knows You
The part of me that does know You says You can erase it all
But I don't feel it, I'm sorry, I often don't, I feel like me
And to me that is the greatest torture to be me
Because the me that I think that I am is someone who I could never
Bear to live as, never, not ever
Instead of believing you I just ask How can I hide?
Can I hide from what's inside?
Can I cease to be me
Can I escape the mistakes
Can I escape the thoughts
Can I escape the identity
Can I escape from me
There is nowhere to run, nowhere I've gone
Nowhere I feel I can go
Will be far enough from me to escape me
Nothing in my mind feels sufficient to conquer me
I cannot divorce myself from what I believe makes me who I am
How could it not rule me, the evil thoughts I have thought
Are not just thoughts in the past, they're thoughts that last
They're thoughts I still think, how is there freedom from that evil
How is their cleansing from that sin
Truly without You there is no hope and I cannot win
But even with all You say about me I don't know how to change
Can I change my idea of me?
Can I come int my new identity?
Can I really escape when I cannot run?
I must fight against him
Show me Your love
Help me please
Cleanse me from 'me'
So that I can be me
poem by David Knox
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Pain In Mind
The pain in her mind
Swallowed her thoughts
Drowned her heart in sorrow.
The darkness was her home
Where she went ti hide
From herself,
From the world.
It was her hiding place
Her place for serenity,
Where she found her only peace
Her only tranquility.
The pain was all she had,
In the world,
Where she was the only one
She was alone.
Her thoughts kept her alert
In her darkness
She knew she was alone,
Yet her past was still there to haunt her.
The she saw,
The life she watched leave,
The past was all there,
Her memories poisened.
The past would never leave her mind
It would never let her sleep in peace
It would always be there,
To remenid her of the pain.
The pain in her mind
swallowed her thoughts
Drowned her heart in sorrow,
It consumed her sould.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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A Beggar's Prayer
Precious Lord;
I have much to ask,
and you have much to do;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I know my place is humble,
and you are the King of Kings;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I'm certain that I am unworthy,
of your mercy and saving grace;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I walk the road that I choose,
and stumble most of the time;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I want to walk your path,
and help others along the way;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I ask for your guidance,
in setting my feet back straight;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I turn to you O Lord,
with open arms and bleeding heart;
Because Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for You alone know what to do.
poem by George Aul
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Philippians 4: 13
The strength to resist the night
The strength to endure the day
The strength to keep righteous paths in sight
The strength to take them without delay
The strength to find a purpose in life
The strength to find the truths it brings
The strength to kick away from strife
The strength to stabalize the rock it clings
The strength to light a friend’s day up
The strength to resist wrathful foes
The strength to fill a stranger’s dry cup
The strength to shun sin when it opposed
The strength to feel a injured man’s pain
The strength to hold a reject’s hand
The strength to act against any gain
The strength to love without demand
The strength to understand that our King
Has blessed us with more than we can contain
Therefore regardless what time may bring
The strength will continue to reign
poem by Anders Lim
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To Hurt Me and Kill Me
It has been really long since I expressed my pain
Although, trust me my pain has not vanished
Only difference is that I am trying to pretend as if pain is not
Still, pain is a lot
Pain is slicing my soul and breaking me apart
That is what loneliness does
As evil thoughts always return
However, the thoughts are temporary
As in my life, I have truly loved you
Even though I know, no more you think of me
I am lost and breaking apart
Pretending, I am not and loneliness is really present
To hurt me and kill me.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Be entirely tolerant or not at all; follow the good path or the evil one. To stand at the crossroads requires more strength than you possess.
quote by Heinrich Heine
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Your Dimension Of Greatness
No one can know the potential,
Of a life that is committed to win;
With courage - the challenge it faces,
To achieve great success in the end!
So, explore the Dimension of Greatness,
And believe that the world CAN be won;
By a mind that is fully committed,
KNOWING the task can be done!
Your world has no place for the skeptic,
No room for the DOUBTER to stand;
To weaken your firm resolution
That you CAN EXCEL in this land!
We must have VISION TO SEE our potential,
And FAITH TO BELIEVE that we can;
Then COURAGE TO ACT with conviction,
To become what GOD MEANT us to be!
So, possess the strength and the courage,
To conquer WHATEVER you choose;
It's the person WHO NEVER GETS STARTED,
That is destined FOREVER to lose!
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Evil
Evil, why have you engulfed so many hearts...evil
Evil, why have you destroyed so many minds...
Leaving room for darkness, where lost dreams can hide.
Evil, why do you infest our purest thoughts, with hatred.
Evil, why have you stolen so much love...
Leaving everyones emotions lost and wandering free.
Evil, why have you taken over gods childrens eyes...evil
Evil, before they could really grow to see,
That your way, is not the way, to make, life what it should be, yea, yea, yea
Evil, why have you destroyed, youve destroyed so much of this doggone world...evil
Evil, oh, why have you broken so many homes...
Leaving everyones emotions lost and wandering free.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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How Long Should The Last Laugh Take
Their challenge?
To unwind themselves,
From their own entanglements.
My challenge?
To do the best I can,
Not to smile too broadly.
The challenge we face together?
Deciding if forgiveness pays.
Since forgetting is out of the question!
And how long should the last laugh take?
Ten.
Twenty.
Or thirty years?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Armor
Everyday
I get down on my knees and pray
Then I read
Those sacred writings
These simple things
Are my strength
Then I put on my armor
Gird my sheild
And go into the world
The constant batlle of evil
The assasins come near
Trying to defile me
My sheild of truth
Fights them away
I see others take off their armor
Trying to get me to do so
But I say nay
I keep it on
Fighting evil
I never give
The evil army a chance
One against many
But I always win
The gospel my strength
I will fight to the end
poem by Bella Ravenstar
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Spring Flowers ~ Crocus
Crocus flowers daring tiny warriors
Fighting their way up through
The winter ice
Crocus darling early Spring harbingers
Promising days will soon
Be turning nice
Tiny Crocus flowers grow in close groups
Strength in numbers seeking
Where winter snows still may lie
Encircled encampment of floral troupes
“We march onward to spring”
They raise this brave battle cry
Bold strength contained in Crocus so small
Should winter challenge again
They simply refuse to die
Delicate blossoms possess such wherewithal
I cannot help but wonder then
Should not likewise you and I?
poem by Mary Havran
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Up For The Challenge
Up for the challenge,
And wearing brand new boots.
Up for the challenge.
I've got something to prove!
If I win or lose.
Depictions make no sense.
Whether intended,
Or made by accident.
Up for the challenge,
And wearing brand new boots.
Up for the challenge.
I've got something to prove!
If I win or lose.
Someone others thought a fool,
Maybe one who someday rules!
Some have no purpose but to fly at night like bats.
Some have no purpose but to chitter chat in packs.
Some have no purpose but to stir up tit for tats...
And,
Be petty like that.
'Cause...
That is where their minds are at!
Up for the challenge.
And I know that I can manage it!
Up for the challenge,
And wearing brand new boots.
Up for the challenge,
'Cause I've got something to prove.
Depictions make no sense.
Whether intended,
Or made by accident.
But I admit I get incensed,
When no one but me pays my rent!
'Oh? '
No 'Oh'.
Some have no purpose but to fly at night like bats.
And...
Some have no purpose but to chitter chat in packs.
And...
Some have no purpose but to stir up tit for tats.
And...
Be petty like that,
'Cause...
That is where their minds are at!
Up for the challenge.
And I know that I can manage it!
'Oh? '
Up for the challenge.
And I know that I can manage it.
Up for the challenge,
And no doubts are taking space up...
In my mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dear hate...
Dear hate...
Who am i meeting today?
Is it Fury? Rage? Pain?
im hosting Depression, anger,
and you...hate. And sadness...
She came yesturday
and she's been crying ever since.
Was it you? Making her cry?
I felt your wars inside of me,
You and anger,
Batteling ferociously, while
Depression sit's in the corner
Turning all black with his soft whispers of
'you aren't enough! ''
And Sadness sobbed
Which fueled your hate
And fueled angers anger.
Pain and Rage burst in
with a bleeding roar
Pain rests on my heart,
tired from her agony,
She bleeds through,
and, God, how it aches.
Rage joins
Yours and angers battle.
Who will rule my actions?
Who will rule my thoughts?
Who will rule my words?
You, and Depression, seem,
to have stolen my thoughts...Ruler of all.
You send Rage an Pain
to weave into my words
and anger and sadness
flow into my actions
All i hear is roaring, sobbing, agony
buzzing in my ears, words, thoughts,
and all i see when i look into the mirror
is fury swimming
in the eyes of a broken soul,
shattered and unwhole
like if i broke the mirror
watched it splinter into a million pieces,
then sent each piece to a different place,
Would they come back?
No...they would be lost forever,
With the mirror frame
Standing bare and empty,
Containing only memories of what used to be
It's wholeness is gone, and it is lost
And if some pieces did come back,
there would still be cracks,
and missing pieces...unwole.
Fixing the mirror, would be like fixing me
...impossible.
And like that frame, frames emptiness
I do to, except for my basic frame
Which is built from Pain, Depression,
Rage, anger, and you...hate.
Yours forever
Your Captured Soul
poem by Chelsea Pieterse
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We took this challenge before our Lord and our conscience, and it must be done, because this man, Hitler, he is the ultimate evil.
quote by Claus von Stauffenberg
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Black Magic
Cursed
Black magic night
We've been struck down
Down in this Hell
Spells surround me day and night
Stricken by the force of evil light
The force of evil light
Cast
Under his spell
Blinding my eyes
Twisting my mind
Fight to resist the evil inside
Captive of a force of Satan's might
A force of Satan's might
Fighting the curse
Break it I must
Laughing in sorrow
Crying in lust
My strength slips away
Soon I must fall
Victim of fortune
My sources grow small
Life slips away
As demons come forth
Death takes my hand
And captures my soul
song performed by by Slayer from Show No Mercy
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A Plea
Take a look inside yourself,
and you'll see there's so much left.
No matter all the pain you feel.
Your aching heart is made of steel.
Your well of strength is deep and real.
Though you'll need some time to grieve.
The intensity of this pain will leave.
You still have so much left to do.
Don't let the suffering put an end to you.
Continue on with strength of mind.
With your worries left behind.
With a prayer and mighty soul.
You will never lose control.
Put these thoughts of death to rest.
You've still not seen the very best.
Think of all the freinds you'll miss.
Plus all of those you've not yet kissed.
It's not the end my precious freind.
Your splendid life has just began.
poem by Michael McParland
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