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Precursor To Hate And Greed

But is it not murder was part of humanity for thousands years past.
It was but a need control that made murder wrong.
Civilized is the name of the control, for how many would really think twice about killing someone if the laws of those ties didn't exist.
Caveman, Tribes killed foreign and wide.
This was but a precursor to the things we now call hate and greed.
If only out necessity, would you, could you, should you?
Nobody ever really knows till they face it as ghost of evil thoughts and demands.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Blood of Thousands

Thousands upon thousands are slain
Each year, are killed in cruel, cold blood.
Thousands cry out, but to no avail—
They are attacked with cruelest hate.

They scream and shout!
But do we care? No! and we never will!
Let’s murder some more! Kill more from inside!
It doesn’t hurt us in the least!

They’re as dead as dead can ever get—
They’ll not trouble us again.
They are gone and now you can rejoice!
Take pride in your murder of innocent blood!

Who are these thousands killed every year?
The infants in your womb!
Murderess! ! Fiend! Heartless animal!
You don’t deserve motherhood!

Abort them. Go ahead. At least they’re in a better place,
A place you’ll never go! At least it’s over, and they
Didn’t have to deal with you, selfish pig!
I hope that guilt tears you apart the way you did to them!

This is abortion.
This is evil.
This is.....
Murder!

poem by Paige Scott
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Knife

Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Murder Of Humanity

Once there lived two friends,
human and humanity.
human was loving and caring,
while humanity spread peace and brotherhood.
under their friendship tree,
everyone was happy and merry.
in the same world lived Hate and Greed, full of sinister.
very different from all the other.
who were always jealous of human and humanity,
and they tried hard to part the friends
and throw them away in different ends.
the did succeed,
in the heart of human they planted hate-seed.
soon the seed started to rear,
and human was left with no love and care.
it turned furious towards humanity.
all their friendship woes turned into enmity.
hate and greed infected human one after the other.
and made human to commit the murder.
end of peace was marked with the murder of humanity,
in some lost corner is the grave of humanity,
now the world knows only hate, greed and enmity.

poem by Arfa Iris
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Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder” (The Billion-Dollar Question)

We must all stay aware…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder….,
It’s been increasing for years….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Can’t dare turn our backs….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
It’ll sneak up and kill us…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

It’s hard to believe and conceive….
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
That’s why so many are blind….,
To the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !

We’ve seen the bloody attacks…..,
Of the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
So we must face the facts….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Yes they’re after us all…,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….,
Their radical religion condones it….,
The Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder ….! ! !

Can we control it or stop it….,
So it won’t go any further….? ? ?
That’s the billion-dollar question….,
On the Insane Culture Of Mass-Murder …! ! !

poem by Trade Martin
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Call On Me

Caught in the crossbow of ideas and journeys
sit here reliving the other self's mournings
Caught in the crossbow of ideas and dawnings
stand I
Oh oh oh oh
Reliving the past of the maddening impulse
violent upheaval, the pure driven instinct
The pure driven murder, the attraction of daring
stand I
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call
[Rowena:]
A wild being from birth
my spirit spurns control
wondering the wide earth
searching for my soul
Dimly peering
I would surely find
what could there be more purely bright
in truth's day-star
Ooohhh
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call, call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call

song performed by by Lou Reed
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Premeditation

Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.

And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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In Their Own Sick Minds

They plan the deaths of and murder people they do not even know
Which causes me for to wonder how this can be so
In their own sick minds they write their own laws
Is Humanity not considered in their political cause
They murder people guilty of only one crime
To be in the wrong place and there at the wrong time
When they call themselves freedom fighters they have got it all wrong
A freedom fighter to their group would not wish to belong
They hardly would know what freedom is about
And their very sanity one has to doubt
To live free of fear is a basic Human Right
And even of such a freedom they do gladly make light
Of and they are a disgrace to Humanity of them one can say
And to Karma for their crimes a huge price they must pay.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Tonight We Murder

red hand takes a purple terror
love knows these nuts
when we escape from the madhouse
we will... hunt down
tonight we murder
between the battle of pain and hate
we will wait, but not for our time
we'll for hate and to take
to deep... throat
tonight
tonight we murder
between the pain, the battle of pain
love never ties knots
a twisted plan of fear and hate
we'll never untie these nuts
tonight we murder
i murder
tonight we murder

song performed by by Ministry
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I'm Razel The Evil Ice-witch

I'm Razel the icewitch, I'm evil and I'm bad,
I'm Razel the icewitch, I'm evil and I'm glad.
Because I can control your feelings, thoughts and deeds,
because I am filled with spite and greed!
I'm Razel the ice-witch I'm sharp as ice,
I'm Razel and I will freeze you with this ice device!
I'm Razel the ice-witch, I'm evil and I'm bad!
I'm Razel the ice-witch, I'm evil and I'm glad!
I will have my way by stopping all birthdays!
I will control your thoughts and deeds,
because I am filled with spite and greed!
I am Razel the ice-witch, I'm evil and I'm bad!
I am Razel the ice-witch, I'm evil and I glad!
I will stop the rays of the sun
I will control all the fun!
Because I am Razel the coldest one,
I can control the weather with the
flick of my thumb.
I will freeze you and me,
because I am evil as can be.
I'm the ice-witch whose made of ice,
I will freeze you with my ice-device!

Written by Sue Chevalier on April 28,2012

poem by Sue Chevalier
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Failure Is Not An Option, But It Is A Necessity Sometimes

no matter how you plan
there is always that possibility of a failure,
no one has control about
this necessity,

it is not an option to flunk,
you all worked hard for all those years
to earn the title and gain the trust
but not all will make it
some will have to take the bottom
of things
the failure of an endeavor
success cannot exist
without it
one cannot see God
without the
appearance of Evil
one cannot be strong
unless he had been
weak once
i cannot be divine
unless i start
from the bottom line
of my humanity,

if i can see clearly now
it was because i was blind for all those years.

move on, let not that failure
make you fail.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Key To Nothing

no more doors
no more locks
no more windows
no more box
no more no less
no more nothing less
no more six foot digs
no more hypocrites
no more emptiness
no more consequence
no more puppet strings
no more disease
no more growing up
no more happiness
no more lying down
no more complacence
i have
i hold the key to nothing
it's a small killing
murder
murder's in the hands
of motion...as it seems to be
no more nothing
no more anything
no more you
no more me
no more posturing victories
no more nations to defeat
no more speaking truth
no more deceit
no more holding down
no more pushing me
no more new world order
no more ANARCHY
i have
i hold the key to nothing
it's a small killing
murder
murder's in the hands
of motion...as it seems to be
im washing my hands...of the whole thing(X3)
i want no more nothing!(X4)
i have
i hold the key...to nothing
it's a small killing
murder
murder's in the hands
of motion...as it seems to be
i'm washing my hands, of everything
of everything we are

song performed by by Mudvayne
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Killing An Angel With Swollen Pride

Their is the good times and the bad
How could have things went so wrong
Nothing left for me
Killing an angel with my destiny

Watching in agony
Nothing I can do to relieve her misery
The bleeding I can't stop
I think I hit an artery
So fatal
So lethal
Death defying
Mind blowing
No looking back
Wishing against my own existence
Take my life
Take me
Oh please just take me

Theirs the good times and the bad
How could have it went so wrong
Nothing left for me
Killing an angel with my destiny

Its destroying everything as far as the eye can see
All for something I might just be
Not for my wants or needs
Basic survival
Destroy all your rivals
Still I don't feel liable
The important things stick like glue to you
Don't tell me you don't know who

Theirs the good times and the bad
How could have things went so wrong
Killing an angel with my destiny
Nothing left for me

Twenty years disappear
Nothing left to hold on to so dear
Look into a mirror
Only to have a ghost look back
Forgetting all the facts
Living in the past
This will eat your soul away
Till to the end of your days
Even if you pray
You still can't stay
Because your not okay
The heart gets torn apart
Ripped in two
Fed to the confused
Guess you lose

I have killed to many angels with my destiny
The devil got me
I have killed the angels
I killed them all
All because my pride came before my fall

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Above The Law

Too much trash
Too much pain
Too much hurt
Too much life

That's all it is to me, one negative instance after another
Good only wins in the movies
Evil triumphs in this world of ours
If it were not so, then these atrocities would not occur
Such a cacophonous symphony of death and suffering
Would not be the background for my very existence
I would say it's all meaningless
But the overwhelming sense of pain
The pang of loneliness
The strangle hold of isolation
The pessimism that fuels a consuming fire of depression
Like coals each trite observation engulfs me

Why do I feel this way you might ask?
Have you not seen this world?
Have you decided to ignore the bad?
How could you ignore these evils?
How could you overlook the injustice?
The light shines brightest in the darkness
But what do you do when the darkness overwhelms the light
In a black sea of hopelessness
Yet I'd rather be blind, because to see
That's to witness all of this first hand

So what do you call a heart twice broken
What do you call a mirror that's been broken
And then shattered
We don't have adjectives to describe such pain
We just ignore it and watch our lives wain
We just watch them drain away
We try to feel them with a pursuit
We console ourselves with achievement
But the hurt is still inside
You can cover it but there's no healing

Then I decided I'd look past the world for once
If nothing in this world can help what about something foreign
Foreign to earth itself
Foreign to humanity
Foreign to all the hate
Foreign to evil itself
Could such a force exist?
Can anything stand up to the darkness?
I looked up to the stars and I saw light

I looked up and found God
I realized not the whole world was bad
It should be, but there's some inexplicable good
The elementary laws of our universe even depressed me
The second law of thermodynamics: The law of entropy
Things tend to disorder
Things break down
They pass away
Hot becomes cold
Alive becomes dead
Things rust, they don't become more complex they die
So I needed something greater than all the laws
Something to transcend my understanding
Because all I knew was the darkness
Then a God of light found me
I didn't want to believe it at first
But then I realized this is the savior that this world aches for
The one who would defeat the evil
The light to overcome the darkness
Because this light was made of pure love and power
Such love can stand up to the darkness
Not even the love and goodness of all humanity even stands a chance
But this God doesn't even need a fighting stance
His love envelopes the darkness in a consuming light
His fire consumes the burning darkness
His grace is comforting
Now I see the redemption

I found someone above the law
I found someone to comfort me
Now I can comfort others
Now I get to spread the hope
Now I must share the light
It is now time to go above the laws
To break the laws of nature
To show miracles
To show light
To consume the darkness

poem by David Knox
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Dire Wolf

In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
No, no, no dont murder me. I beg of you,
Dont murder me. please, dont murder me.

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Control

Control control
control control! !
Too many times a day
control!
Control the sleeping
time, the wake!
Control amount
of coffee, milk,
sugar intake!
Control breakfast,
lunch and dinner's time,
Also the calories
and vitamins to come!
Control your words
control your thoughts
control the sitting
straight out pose
Control own look
from head- to toes!
Forget not those
that count
the most:
Feelings! !
Control them!
Out not to let
controlling self
to not became a threat
to whom or what
to ask I wouldn't dare
right now, I wouldn't
even care..
No more control!
No keeping sane!
FREE! ! !
as the Wind who's
messing up my hair
I - Want - To- Be! ! ! !

Let others have control,
not me! ? !
Control..control control
control? !
Oh, pardon me! -bull s..!
I had enough:
-I'M OUT OF IT! ! !

poem by Elena Sandu
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Afghanistan

Lives wasted as our country has no decent cause
In a country where the lawless make their own laws.
Thousands of mountains and thousands of years
Have wrought nothing but suffering, death and tears.
Not long ago America’s civil war caused 600,000 deaths,
While 50 years past the Vietnam choked 56,000 American breaths.
Because of ignorance and greed we insist that the answer is killing
Even though much of our young boys’ blood is still spilling.
Killing the enemy won’t change the way that they think.
It’s as ludicrous as curing a drunk by giving him more to drink.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Mr. Self Destruct

i am the voice inside your head and i control you
i am the lover in your bed and i control you
i am the sex that you provide and i control you
i am the hate you try to hide and i control you
i take you where you want to go
i give you all you need to know
i drag you down i use you up
mr self destruct
i speak religion's message clear and i control you
i am denial guilt and fear and i control you
i am the prayers of the naive and i control you
i am the lie that you believe and i control you
i take you where you want to go
i give you all you need to know
i drag you down i use you up
mr self destruct
i am the needle in your vein and i control you
i am the high you can't sustain and i control you
i am the pusher i'm a whore and i control you
i am the need you have for more and i control you
i am the bullet in the gun and i control you
i am the truth from which you run and i control you
i am the silencing machine and i control you
i am the end of all your dreams and i control you
i take you where you want to go
i give you all you need to know
i drag you down i use you up
mr self destruct

song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Stop The Killing!

he killed Trayvon
with a bullet to the chest.
stone cold murder!
much as we've killed...
Vietnamese children,
South American children,
the children of Iraq,
and Afghanistan...
Japanese children,
Native American children,
and probably next
the children of Iran!
as Dylan mocks:
'with god on our side'...
whose god?
what type of morality
justifies killing children?
we might just as well
be killing our own children!
and in a sense we are!
Trayvon demands justice...
so do the ghosts of all the children...
their faces ingrained in the curse
on our souls, on our land!
stop the killing!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The World Of Killers

a killer to killed by a gun
when he counting a body of one his murder
a killer with a gun
behind our killer under sun
she have seen his job
she looked at him and his murder
she shot a bullet to his heart
he died
she looked at his blood
two murder in the park
one killer above them
looked at them
and again she killed with a gun
one killer hidden behind the wall
he killed her
with a snip
snipper behind the wall on the roof
looked at bodies in the park
he died too
with a bomb
into his bag

killer after killer
to killing oldest killers
the wild world
with the killers
requested one human between this animals
this killers

poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Blood Red

Peaceful confrontation meet war machine
Seizing all civil liberties
Honest ballotation among banshee
Spilling blood throughout humanity

You cannot hide the face of death
Oppression ruled by bloodshed
No disguise can deface evil
The massacre of innocent people

Deviated lies fear blinding on your eyes
Enforcing their truth through a gun
Aggressive discipline and barbaric control
Thousands of people cannot be wrong

You cannot hide the face of death
Oppression ruled by bloodshed
No disguise can hide the evil
That stains the primitive sickle

Blood red

Growing opposition with words as ammunition
Expressions of life's liberties
Aggressive discipline and barbaric control
Spilling blood throughout humanity

song performed by by Slayer from Seasons In The Abyss
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