This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.
quote by David Herbert Lawrence
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Esterlita
hey, it's 7pm. here in SD!
It's dinner time! ! !
See?
to everything there is a season,
a time to mystify and
a time to satisfy!
there are wrinkles
that refuse to acknowledge
the presence of
a periwinkle, a dimple and
an apple
all rotten except one,
it is gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Refuse
Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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song performed by by Cars
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It is a fact that cannot be denied: the wickedness of others becomes our own wickedness because it kindles something evil in our own hearts.
Common To Find
Rotten food
Rotten ideas
Bad actions
Worst sufferings
Polluted environment
Serious diseases
Countless deaths
Worst crimes
Great sufferings
Floods and food shortages
Earth quakes and volcano eruptions
In search of another planets
Wars and skirmishes
Terrorists and killings
Nature and mankind
Is there anything common to find?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ecstasy By The Evil
When the devil inside me rises
And makes me do all the evil
One brutal act leads to another
As the addiction dominates the will
The delight that I get
Out of that wickedness
I enjoy breaching the trust
Out of that sheer crookedness
I tend to worship the Satan
And the mortals I tend to kill
When damn goes the humanity
That’s the ecstasy by the evil
I dig my canines
Into the flesh of the innocent
The trickling blood from the jaws and claws
Gets damn on the complaisant
The taste of that red hot blood
Satiates my intense desires
And the sinking pulse of those mortals
Leading only to the pyres
It’s not my fault, it’s their fate
I only carry the orders of the devil
I really enjoy making people cry
That’s the ecstasy by the evil
When my claws scratch their skin
And split their veins apart
They would beg to die rather
Bearing that pain on their part
I’ll watch the tears
Roll down their cheeks
Accompanied by the fear
With the howls and shrieks
They’ll bend on their knees
And acknowledge the power of the devil
I’ll repeat these acts again and again
As that’s the ecstasy by the evil
The will fear to breathe
And fear to even open their eyes
The evil spirits will haunt their neighborhood
For their instincts to terrorize
Loneliness can be so terrific
Soon the mortals will realize
Darkness stretching beyond extremes
And the silence filling the cries
Then this world would be compelled
To worship the cruel devil
And that’s the point where I retain
The ecstasy by the evil
poem by Sumeet Mukherjee
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Lxxxvi
Man, why must thou do evil to evil?
Why must your fellow man fall by your hands?
Why in you evil you be so agile?
Why evil in your hands by sure commands?
Thou shall not kill, you have surely forgotten
Should a life for a life be your true creed?
In Americus, something is rotten
Rotten to the core, your murderous deed.
Night after night by the TV’s bright light
We are told daily that someone has died
We hear of those who only kill for sprite.
True, in heaven your soul shall be denied.
O man, where forth are thy truly petty
You stink of murder, your soul is sweaty.
poem by David E. Patton
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Evil Woman
I've seen a look of evil in your eyes
You've been filling me all full of lies
Sorrow will not change your shameful deeds
Do well best, someone else has better seen
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Now I know just what you're looking for
You want me to claim that child you bore
Well you know that it must he not be
And you know the way it got to be
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Wickedness lies in your moisten lips
Your body moves just like the crack of a whip
Blackness sleeps on top of your stray bed
Do you whish that you could see me dead
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Farewell
Goodbye and farewell.
Never again will I see thee in this bored world rotten hell.
I tire of being a rotten snake.
In others eyes the worst of fates.
I have my reasons that nobdy need fear.
I'm just going to slink off and shed one lonsome tear.
poem by Michael McParland
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Tolerating evil leads only to more evil. And when good people stand by and do nothing while wickedness reigns, their communities will be consumed.
Keeping A Confusion Used
They want to stand on a land,
They refuse others to stand on.
They want to stand on a land,
They refuse others to stand on.
They wish to see themselves originators,
But they're not.
They wont acknowledge contributions,
Since they want them dropped and forgotten.
To be remembered in those months,
That come...
With a celebration done,
Keeping a confusion used.
They want to stand on a land,
They refuse others to stand on.
They want to stand on a land,
They refuse others to stand on.
With a celebration done,
Keeping a confusion used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Worst Day Of My Life
Come take me away
I wanna give in
I wanna shout today
This day has been evil enough
With this it might be rough
Because today was
The worst day of my life
Today was the worst day ever
I hope it will get much better
Because if it goes on like this
I'll probably never miss today
On according of how today went
Tomorrow in my desk I'll have a dent
And I'll put it there with my fist
You better not get on my list
Because
Come take me away
I wanna give in
I wanna shout today
This day has been evil enough
With this it might be rough
Because today was the worst day
The worst day
The worst day of my life
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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We acknowledge and bewail our manifold sins and wickedness, which we, from time to time, most grievously have committed, by thought, word and deed.
quote by Camilla P. Bowles
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The Worst And The Best
in the hospitals and jails
it's the worst
in madhouses
it's the worst
in penthouses
it's the worst
in skid row flophouses
it's the worst
at poetry readings
at rock concerts
at benefits for the disabled
it's the worst
at funerals
at weddings
it's the worst
at parades
at skating rinks
at sexual orgies
it's the worst
at midnight
at 3 a.m.
at 5:45 p.m.
it's the worst
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Yes, Evil Does Exist
Yes,
Evil does exist.
And is attempting to prevail.
To hide or run away from it,
Allows it a power to weaken us...
And to do it without fail.
There is a call from those of peace,
To have peace from us cheered and hailed.
But evil has to be combatted.
And to do it,
We must stand tall.
And not crawl on the ground,
Like frightened sand dwelling snails!
Evil does exist.
And is attempting to prevail.
To hide or run away from it,
Allows it a power to weaken us...
And to do it without fail.
And the ones who chase deceit away,
Must be praised and not diminished.
They are the ones to dare to face the truth.
With a struggle to end evil!
Knowing by confonting it...
Will expose evil,
And the doers of it 'snuffed' out quick.
IF...
We do not succumb to the ways,
Evil plays...
On the minds of those unconscious,
To get its wickedness done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is A Warning!
I already warning you!
I do not have regrets!
I did what i could do!
that is what left to me!
And if you want to blame me. And continues.....
search hard and deeply in yourself.
maybe the cause, maybe, its within all of us
I refuse to be your shame
i refuse accept your blame
I refuse to be your chance! !
But, still, i can remove your grief
the same, that you want put in to me.
And makes me cracked. Like a crystal that can not be fragmented
Thanks to you! And for you i wish
Go to hell! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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To harken to evil conversation is the road to wickedness.
To harken to evil conversation is the road to wickedness..
A great philosopher has stated that the worst evil of poverty is, that it makes folks ridiculous; by which, I hope, he only means that, as in the above case, it places them in incongruous positions.
quote by James Payn
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Art of Enemy
Our best rival, our damn villain
The main antagonist, the point of attraction
The pure evil, the smiling stabber
The perfect nuisance, the clash maker
The dark emotion, the will to destroy
The secret ghost, the shadow of doubt
The continuous opposite, the bittersweet fight
The rotten soul, the pitiful character
Should they be forgiven, or sent to hell?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Worst Comes to Worst
(Babu mixing)
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
"Worst...come.....to worst"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
"Worst come...to...worst"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
(Evidence talking)
Yeah
It's goin down y'all
That's Babu
Yo
song performed by by Dilated Peoples from Expansion Team
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