Sonnet- God's Punishment Will Come
Oh, how I wish to get my mind off men,
Who misbehave with brethren of own soil;
Oh, how I wish they were put in a den,
Or roasted live in a cauldron of oil!
For evil men, such punishments are right;
What crimes they perpetrate on their brethren!
They dare to do evil in broad daylight;
For money's sake, they readily harm men.
The plight of women seems to be much worse;
This is a world, male-dominated sure;
For how long will God allow them to curse?
And how much longer, they must hurt, endure?
But what to do, this is the way things are!
Yet, God is watching everyone, not far.
poem by John Celes
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Brethren
BRETHREN; if a man be at fault
Ye which are spiritual restore such
In the spirit of meekness; consider yourself
Lest ye be tempted much.
BRETHREN; speak not evil one of another
For in this your brother you judge
And speak evil of the law -
But love will not bear a grudge.
BRETHREN; finally I say,
'Be ye all of one mind
having compassion one of another
be pitiful, courteous and kind'
Ephesians 6: 1-9
poem by Richard Merrell
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Why am I so evil?
Why am I so evil?
Is it because of bad things I do to others?
Is it because I curse
Is it because I have sex
Is it because I smoke weed?
Why am I so evil?
Was I born to be evil?
Or is it just a route I decided to take
Do I do evil because everyone else does it?
Or is it something I love to do
Do I like seeing people get hurt?
Or is it because am really the only one hurt?
Why am I so evil?
poem by Terry Coates
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Hell Awaits Evil Doers
The modern world seems crazy to the core;
We strike a balance in most things we do;
Money appears to solve problems many;
Muscle does some things that money cannot.
The Media makes celebrities o’er-night;
Influence guides bureaucrat’s decisions;
Merit is given a back-seat most times;
Merchants make money paying taxes least.
Most honest citizens are taxed the most;
Success smiles on men without conscience;
The righteous eke a livelihood of toil;
The lazy ones make money rather fast.
God allows ghastly crimes to happen too;
Nevertheless, both good and bad things end;
The evil-doers have a mighty crash;
God gives a longer rope to most such men.
This does not mean that dishonesty lasts;
The wicked suffer punishments on earth;
They fizzle out like soap-bubbles in sun;
Untruth can’t rule the roost on earth for long.
Reality will bring justice to all;
The day of reckoning will seal all fates;
All evil hearts can’t escape God’s judgment;
Their harm will be disclosed in great detail.
God’s mercy may not save them from Hell’s fire;
The upright souls will get rewards from God;
The God of goodness loves the righteous;
He takes them to His own Abode- Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-2-2008
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Sonnet- The World Today(6)
Are people sure of what they tend to do?
And why they do and how they do all things?
Their moral values are fast ebbing too,
They don’t care what evil effects it brings.
What risky feats yet worthless, they perform!
What stupid games for lucre’s sake, they play!
Ignoring risks to body, mind, life’s harm;
They do those things which give them better pay.
The multitude is equally to blame;
This world rewards and lauds such worthless men;
The average things they do are things of shame;
For money-making men, the world’s haven.
And people play on people’s passions much,
For that’s the money spinning magic touch.
poem by John Celes
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The Question
1916
Brethren, how shall it fare with me
When the war is laid aside,
If it be proven that I am he
For whom a world has died?
If it be proven that all my good,
And the greater good I will make,
Were purchased me by a multitude
Who suffered for my sake?
That I was delivered by mere mankind
Vowed to one sacrifice,
And not, as I hold them, battle-blind,
But dying with open eyes?
That they did not ask me to draw the sword
When they stood to endure their lot --
That they only looked to me for a word,
And I answered I knew them not?
If it be found, when the battle clears,
Their death has set me free,
Then how shall I live with myself through the years
Which they have bought for me?
Brethren, how must it fare with me,
Or how am I justified,
If it be proven that I am he
For whom mankind has died --
If it be proven that I am he
Who, being questioned, denied?
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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In the World of Good and Evil
In the world of good and evil
One often categorizes them as one or the other
Simply put, it is not always the case:
I may kill someone for hurting you
I may hate someone for crying
I may love someone regardless
Of it being deserved or not
One may love and hate another equally
Is this good, or is this bad?
Something we often forget to remember
Is which category we would place ourselves in
If you are good, what qualifications have you?
If you are bad, is it by choice or force?
Is it the world you live in to make you one way or the other?
Or perhaps the people you are often around?
Don't call someone evil without first understanding
What and why
Don't assume all is good
Without proof that there lies no harm
The difficult truth is that
One cannot be either good or evil
It is a mix, with one outweighing the other
In certain aspects
Perhaps my thoughts are evil
And my actions good
Or my actions evil
But my mind repentant
One would believe that we had figured this out long ago
But no, this is not the case
For we try to classify as one or the other
To categorize, in order to ignore flaws and differences
Between stereotypes and truths
So which are you?
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Buying Peace
Because we do not say what we ought to say
It's slipping out of our hands, life is going astray
Afraid to speak our mind, the truth bitter and harsh
We have found peace that compromises with the curse.
Because we do not act the way we ought to act
We have got a peace that keeps devils intact
Afraid to raise our voice against the evil's might
We bargain for a peace that perpetuates our plight.
Because we do not dare the way we ought to dare
Light is snuffed out, we live in nightmare
Afraid to battle out the monsters that loom
We settle for a peace that leads us to doom.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Countdown
The deeds of evil men align
Bring about chaos and fear
Destroy what was once divine
The Words of God besmear
Wake up Brethren wake up!
From induced collective sleep
Pour bitter bile out of Satan’s cup
Take part in man’s quantum leap
Some shall gnash their teeth n’ curse
“The Awakened” shall opt ascension
Change comes for better or for worse
All souls constrained to pay attention
Take heed beloved, be of good cheer
Depart we soon this hydrosphere
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Dr. Evil
Evil, evil is his one and only name
Evil, in his mind there is no other game!
When your name is Evil, that is good or so you think,
but you're so very wrong.
It's evil!
But being wrong is right, so then you're good again,
wich is the evilest thing of all...
Do you find his sudden ways, invite you? does he excite you?
If his contradictions should atract you, should he distract you?
Heaven help you then...
You're finished, it's the end...
There'll be no retrieval...
From the evil...
The evil,
he will
do.
He's evil,
he's Doctor Evil.
His name is Evil.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Sonnet: God Protects His Good People
Though scourged be Righteous men all life on earth,
By evil minds and devils in sequence,
Good Samaritans, Angels too have birth,
To save the Upright from chains of non-sense.
The God of Goodness and Justice observes,
The chaos loosened all over the world;
And gives his loved ones strength and steel-like nerves,
And hearts that withstand all abuses hurled.
By miracles, the honest are preserved,
And triumphant is truth and justice still,
The evil get punishments, they deserved,
A change of heart, mind, soul comes on until.
Evil begets evil and wrath of God,
Who will not hesitate to use His Rod.
poem by John Celes
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The Blood of My Brethren
The blood of my brethren
Flows like river to the sea
Painting my eyes red
Turning my thoughts to death
I mourn with great torment
For my fallen brethren
My tears fall so steadily
They wed with the sea
Just as the blood of the lost
So now you know
Why the water around
My emerald isle is so
For the souls of my brethren
And the great sea before you
Have joined in pain and in blood
The blood of my brethren flows
Even today with the sea
As does it flow deep
Within me
poem by Cody Moore
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Sonnet: The World Needs Justice
Tilt the balance I will, in ways I can:
Whenever justice is put in peril;
Till goodness succeeds over evil, man
Just like we triumph over the devil.
This world can’t take too much of unfairness;
Good things must happen much more than things bad;
Men cannot live always in much harness;
God, intervene Thou must, or we go mad!
How much of evil things can this world bear?
How long can righteous men be dishonored?
How long can people grievances not air?
Too much of gall hast Thou in our cup poured!
The world can’t go on in this way O Lord!
To live thus, common men cannot afford.
poem by John Celes
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Money Is The Root of All Evil
Don't listen to a word they say,
Money can't really be that way,
To say money is evil surely can't be true,
Isn't it something that we all love to use,
To think that money is evil would you have to agree
That the thing that prints it would as evil as can be!
Wouldn't that mean that the Government
Is the root of all this evil merriment,
Simply because they print all of it!
poem by Nadalia Bagratuni
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Evil, I call you! !
Evil
Don't listen to a word they say
Will let you be alone at times,
Needed most.
That evil eyes looks at you,
and lies
All the hateful things you said
and what you've put me through.
Evil
In the heart of people
Evil
Wont care if you die
Evil
Is all that I can perceive in you
So is your dark side,
Your evil.
Evil is you.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Time And Money
women= time and money
but time is money, therefore:
women=money x money
women=(money) 2
but money is the root of all evil, therefore:
women=(evil) 2
sqaure root that and you get
women=evil
poem by Londiwe Buthelezi
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Love Of Money
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
She began running for the border and her life
Like the wind, straight into the terror of the night
And she survived, bargaining her body for their gold
In the end all she had to sell them was her soul
Thats the way it goes
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
We began reaching for the future like a dream
In a land where everything was free
Wordly men turned their profits into war
No one knows who were really fighting for
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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ME, In Your Eyes
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one can't be trusted,
I am the one who needs to be busted,
I am the one who causes trouble,
I am the one who has face that is doubled,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I always plan cunningly,
I always act deceivingly,
I always make you suffer,
I always deserve to face what's tougher,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one who always ashames you,
I am the one who lacks satisfying you,
I am the one who struggles to be who,
I am the one who is lost in thou,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never see good in you,
I never appreciate what you do,
I could never act as you want me to,
I am not as good as you want me to,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never bless,
I make you live this freaking mess,
This is the only thing to confess,
I am evil in your pretty eyes…
Sonnet: God, Make the World Better
Build me a mantle of protection, Lord,
With fervent prayers that I Thee offer;
From evil men, safety I can’t afford;
Security of life, Thou must proffer.
The evil minds are far too many God;
The righteous men I see are far too few;
The world has gone crazy and appears ‘mod, ’
Most sinful acts escape punishments due.
Thou art the only One in whom I trust;
With Thee beside, no one dare pluck one hair!
Oh, bring Thy tempest /deluge/ famine/ gust,
And make the world order, once again fair.
The world is now unfit for most good men;
Thy Will be done on earth as in Heaven.
poem by John Celes
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Feeling the rath of Evil
Feeling Evil
Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent
poem by Kelsi Gray
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Do The Right Thing
Do no evil,
See no evil,
Hear no evil,
Work no evil,
Say no evil,
Act no evil,
But do what is right always;
because, you and i need this world.
It is our home,
It is our place of birth,
It is our joy when peace reign always than war!
So do what is right always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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