Hail to you gods, on that day of the great reckoning. Behold me, I have come to you, without sin, without guilt, without evil, without a witness against me, without one whom I have wronged. I am one pure of mouth, pure of hands.
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Hail to you gods, on that day of the great reckoning. Behold me, I have come to you, without sin, without guilt, without evil, without a witness against me, without one whom I have wronged. I am one pure of mouth, pure of hands.
in The Book of the Dead
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Pure evil (song, work in progress)
I am the poison and i am the pain,
I am the memory of all that were slain
I am the darkness who preys on your fears
I am the ghost that will haunt you for years
I am the blood that runs down the walls
I am the voice that echoes through the halls
(chorus)
I'm pure evil
I'll tear you apart,
I'm pure evil
I'll rip out your heart,
I'm pure evil
I never cared about you,
I'm pure evil
I'll kill you too
I am the thief that stole your life
I am the animal that raped you wife
I am the reaper who chooses the date
I am the devil who choses your fate
I am the nice guy that fools you each week
I am the one that will kill you in your sleep
chorus x2
poem by Lance Mead
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Matins, Or Morning Prayer
When with the virgin morning thou dost rise,
Crossing thyself come thus to sacrifice;
First wash thy heart in innocence; then bring
Pure hands, pure habits, pure, pure every thing.
Next to the altar humbly kneel, and thence
Give up thy soul in clouds of frankincense.
Thy golden censers fill'd with odours sweet
Shall make thy actions with their ends to meet.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Good and evil-contemplation
To live is to die, to die is to live
Pure is impure and impure is pure
Good is evil while evil is good
Or is it?
In the hearts of men lie both good and evil
The two coexist...some become good others become evil
There is no good without evil,
As there is no evil without good...
(After the wisdom of a Japanese miko)
poem by Tork Souad Diana
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People always try to find base motives behind every good action. We are afraid of pure goodness and of pure evil.
quote by Eugene Ionesco
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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B l u e s
no, it’s beyond words.
say a word your word
if you need,
death loss tears grief gone ever
it’s beyond all these
take them hold them
press them tear them
squeeze from them
the tears of things
tears at the heart of things
squeeze this pure pure liquid
from these from life itself
so pure it’s nameless
so pure it’s the being
of your being,
the truth of truth,
the beauty, of all the sadness
that ever,
so pure, so true
that never again;
so pure, it could be
joy or love or grace
wash in its purity
this is life
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Star
We go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From moscow to mars
Universe falling down
You got to look real hard
Theres a fiery star
Hidden out there somewhere
Not the satellite of love
But a laser
Shooting out its shiny tongue there
God is love, God is war
Tv-preacher tell me more
Father help me am I pure?
As pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money sent you flowers
Could I worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?
We go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From moscow to mars
Universe falling down
You got to look real hard
Is it in your heart?
Yeah its in there somewhere
The power wrapped in your palm
Show it to me
Hit them with your wrath and thunder
Whats your pleasure?
Tell it to me
How did he know?
Show your beauty
In you somewhere, somewhere in me
Pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money sent you flowers
Could I worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?
Yeeha
Rolling along through a rose coloured glow
The city looks pretty in pink
Armageddon is here!
Did you ever have a lover
Leave you for another
Never to discover
War is not the answer
Leave you only disenchanted
God is love, God is war
Tv-preacher tell me more
Father help me am I pure?
As pure as pure as heaven
Sent you money sent you flowers
Could I worship you for hours
In whose hands are we anyway?
We go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
From moscow to mars
Universe falling down
song performed by by Erasure
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Three Monkeys…plus One
First monkey covered his eyes and spoke,
“See no evil”...
By refusing to see and confronting evil
Victims are born of doubt, guilt and fear
Clear sight sheds light and illumines evil
Second monkey covered his ears and spoke,
“Hear no evil”...
By refusing to hear the voice of evil one cannot know truth
Truth is discerned by the heart and mind
Voicing truth creates a vibration that dis-integrates evil
Third monkey covered his mouth and thought,
“Speak no evil”...
Evil cannot manifest if one thinks before speaking
Fourth monkey opened his mouth and spoke,
“Do no evil”...
This was the wisest monkey of all
poem by Ray Lucero
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Overtaken By Fear
Satan you demon,
get out of my mind,
your twisted, your evil,
you try to make me blind,
your making me insane,
your the only one to blame,
you should be put to shame,
your pure evil, with a name,
your pure hate,
the opposite of love,
you put christians in a state,
where they dont think about the lord above.
your the cause of all wars,
the only you give, is sickness and sores,
your the reason for violence,
and its the christians you silence.
you fear my God,
you useless sob,
you think your so great,
because your filled with hate.
get out of my life,
stop causing all this strife,
your so mean, so cruel,
you have no authority, you have no rule.
you bring sickness to my friends,
lies and false hope is all you send,
your like a pillow,
with absolute zero,
comfortability,
and 100%,
vaulnerability,
its to you that i send,
all the sickness and bad health,
recieve it, tensfold from which you sent,
expect no forgiveness, expect no help.
because you chose to decend,
from which was great, with amend,
poem by Jordan Moore
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Child of Innocence
It was but a glance of hope
that I saw in her eyes
About winds on the meadows
and birds in the heights
A ticklish dream of spring
awaited for long amid the lies
O Child of pure innocence
run before the run of times
In the darkness lies there
this heart of guilt and sorrow
Grown up over the agonies
and veins tight and narrow
Mercifulness is so a blessing
but what left of it to follow?
O Child of pure innocence
nap, and yet there is tomorrow
Blabber not O my little
life blabbered enough for me
When your turn comes
surely there is something to be
Like a glancing star above
shine and let everyone see
O Child of pure innocence
what innocence shall it be?
poem by Taher Shemaly
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To Show Love To All
Of joy!
Of love,
Of care,
With your words! !
On the earth,
Of the showers,
And of peace;
Like the fat sheep and the lean goat.
The residence,
The pasture,
The rich,
The poor,
Of the pure words,
By the rivers;
of your pure works! !
With alertness;
And like the hands of love.
The hands of unity,
The hands of care,
The hands of peace,
But, free to choose!
This very way and of that positive direction;
However, it is better to show love to all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Goodbye!
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth
And feel her strength through all your veins;
Breathe her full odors, taste her mouth,
Which laughs away imagined pains;
Touch her life's womb, yet know
This substance makes your grave also.
Shrink not; your flesh is no more sweet
Than flowers which daily blow and die;
Nor are your mein and dress so neat,
Nor half so pure your lucid eye;
And, yet, by flowers and earth I swear
You're neat and pure and sweet and fair.
poem by Richard Aldington
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The salvation of the lost is not best accomplished by great popular campaigns, conducted by a small minority of specialists in public evangelism, but by the godly, honest witness of believers individually. It is pure irresponsibility to leave the evangelization of the lost to the 'experts,' as many are doing today. God would have every believer do his part to win the lost to Christ by prayer, personal witness and sincere godliness.
quote by Cornelius Stam
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Evil Sound
This room has an evil sound inside
It comes from the most smiling memories
That strangles you inside out with bloody hands
Throws your bowels in the black river
with a cursed kiss from certain lips
This room has an evil ghost inside
Dances naked to this evil sound
The wind blows through the broken windows
While the curtains dance with her
This nightmare let only pure love in
poem by Kristoffer Vilsgaard Pedersen
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I Met An Angel
I stopped and stood in amusement,
Searching wings I found none,
Did my eyes deceive my thoughts,
Such eyes in history I never read,
Such beauty in life I never met,
Behold, I saw an angel
Your long legs so pefect and pure,
My eyes your body did steal,
Was it one of those haluccinations,
Did I live an imagination,
I believe my eyes, I saw no illusion
Behold, I saw an angel
The words she spoke lit the fire,
Her breath made me shiver,
Lost in a moment of found beauty,
Can I come closer,
The question of a tempted man,
Losing all the glory,
Finding all the memory,
She was the opposite of surreal,
Yet the surreal of all oppisites,
Behold, I saw an angel
Your eyes, the beacon of all glory,
Your lips, the replica of perfection,
Your legs, so marubic is you angel,
Your smile, dont make the men wet,
Close your mouth beautiful one,
The weak might dropp their jaws,
I saw you and I knew,
Behold, I saw an angel
Before you my breath is vanity,
After you my thoughts, infinity,
In your sight men find no calamity,
Its who you are and how you are,
Such beauty no words can describe,
The wise melt with their futile wisdom,
The intelligent faint with their intel,
The poets bubble in tautology,
Im a witness, I met an angel
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Purity 1
I love woman
I do sex
I drink alcohol
And I declare myself
An impure poet.
Purity?
What is it
And where
Tell me a pure thing.
Lovers do sex in a resort
Teachers are homo
They do sex with their boys
in hostel
Priests do sex
with their nuns
But ask people
Be pure, be pure
Cuz, God is pure.
Tell me
where is that woman
Who has never tasted a man
A man
Who has never licked
cave of a woman
A woman
Who has not gave birth
to anyone
A man
Who has not sown seeds
inside a woman.
poem by Devil Poet
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A Forgetful Number
Once upon a time there was a number
Pure and round like the sun
But alone very much alone
It began to reckon with itself
It divided multiplied itself
It subtracted added itself
And remained always alone
It stopped reckoning with itself
And shut itself up in its round
And sunny purity
Outside were left the fiery
Traces of its reckoning
They began to chase each other through the dark
To divide when they should have multiplied themselves
To subtract when they should have added themselves
That's what happens in the dark
And there was no one to ask it
To stop the traces
And to rub them out.
Trans. Anne Pennington
poem by Vasko Popa
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Caesar
Pop/schermerhorn
People of america
I bring you a great army
To preserve peace
In our empire
Throw them to the lions
Darling, let us go to the banouet hall...
There will be a great feast tonight!
Who are these christians?
What is this strange religion?
I ve heard it said they turn the other cheek
Ha ha ha ha
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Thumbs down
10 pieces of gold for every man
Hail caesar hail caesar
Grapes from sicily
Silks from asia minor
All the tea in china
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Who are these christians?
Turn the other cheek...
Ha ha ha ha ha
Two thumbs down
The christians are restless
Why not let them worship their god?
No one believes in the old gods
How tiresome...attending the rituals
Paying lip service to the portents
Burning incense at their shrine
No one believes in the old gods
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Throw them to the lions
Hahahahahaha
The roman empire the glory of rome
Hail all hail
Caesar...caesar...beware beware the ides of march
Who is this man?
Caesar...he is but a soothsayer...he is old
And his brain is addled... pay him no mind!
Throw him to the lions! ha ha ha ha ha ha
Hail caesar! emperor of rome hail caesar!
Caesar...caesar...beware the ides of march
Eh? ! who is this man?
Caesar...he is but an old soothsayer...addled in his brain
Pay him no mind
Throw him to the lions! ha ha ha ha
Throw him to the lions!
No one believes in the old gods...
The empire is tired...caesar will rest now.
We depart for my chambers
Come darling
Yes caesar
Caesar will rest now
Hail rome hail caesar hail
Put him in the fiery pit
Ha ha ha ha!
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Movements and Sounds
Can you hear that great and powerful sound
That brings shock to the earth and the sky?
There has never been anything so fierce.
I walk on this path seeing the grand journey
But have never heard anything so pure,
It gives a jolt to my heart and brings life.
When have you ever been so fulfilled in life
That your body aches at a simple sound?
The beating of my heart rings fast and pure,
My pounding chest reflects the living sky.
The clouds move swiftly, everlasting journey
To nowhere, they move so vividly fierce.
The wind sings its song, passionate and fierce.
The earth breathes her in and feels a new life.
Inhale and exhale, she’s on her journey
As the earth listens, taking in the sound
That shatters panes, coming from the black sky.
Still there is nothing that could be so pure.
But how can anyone say sounds are pure?
They scream and shout to the earth so fiercely,
Out of reach, elevated in the sky.
Yet, the screams exhilarate my small life
And I smile every time I hear the sound,
I move faster to fulfill my journey.
Step by step my shadow takes its journey
But it does not understand why the pure
Noise exhilarates. Shaken by the sound
Again, my heart stands strong and my bones fierce,
Holding the nerves and blood that brings me life
As my hands reach out toward the vast sky.
“I will cry out loudly, ” said the Sky
“To help your body move for your journey.
I am the great supplier of your life,
I am what makes this earth so calm and pure
Only with a whisper of this loud sound.”
Moving fast, wind and I one, run fiercely.
Hear the penetrating sound from the sky.
You become fierce each step of the journey
And feel ever pure as you welcome new life.
poem by Michelle Slaney
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