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Death

It came to me and holds my hand,
Press my neck and I was away from the land
People hate it a lot because it's so cruel
But the truth is that it rules
It's nothing but death
Which, doesn't allow people to breath

poem by Marium Fatima
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Some People

Some people seem to have it all
Some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused
Some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people pray before they kill
Some people kill just for the thrill
Some people follow one mans vision, some others die on television
Some people build their homes on sand, some people live in garbage cans
Some people think that live is dear, some people hope the end is near
Some people fight for right to life, some people hate to stay alive
Some people dream of life on mars, some people end their life in cars
Some people throw their lives away, some others go on holidays
Some people live and love in vain, some people dont and go insane
Some people always need to win, some other people love to sin
Some people breaking all their vows, some people slashing sacred cows
Some people like to worship stars, some people think the worlds a farce
Some people try to make ends meet, some others end up kissing feet
Some people find their holy grail, some other people go to hell
Some people never catch their breath, some people drink themselves to death
Some people seem to have it all, some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused, some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people
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Gold/ocean/1994

song performed by by Alphaville
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dark Death

Everyone goes through dark death
It's painful, cruel, and somehow blue
Everyone suffers until last breath
Somewhere the will find a clue

Death is something you can't escape
Sooner or later you'll have to face it
Death is scary and dark like a black cape
You can't see it coming, it'll just hit

Dark death is sometimes sweet
people like it because it takes away he misery
People shoot, hit, and beat
They'll rot away like celery

Dark death is sometimes cool
but it's mostly always cruel

poem by Maria Lara
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HaTe

I think I HaTe her
HaTe what she's become
HaTe how its ended
HaTe how it unfolds
But it's not only her
I HaTe him too
A wreck for sure
A fool that only exists
Like an endless soul
He's lost someone
And it's changed him
But not only that 
Someone close 
Has closed her heart 
For in her world
Love has no existence 
Then there is him
He thinks somethings wrong
He's unconvinced of his life
I disagree 
But I don't understand
I look at him and wonder
What is going on?  
He's opened my eyes
For I have fooled myself
It's happened once 
Now again
Not long ago
It happened again
Once is unconcerned   
Twice is coincidence 
Third is pattern
I wish it could end here
Scoffing the only people
I have ever really known
But it doesn't
For now I look at someone
And instantly HaTe them
I HaTe their skills
I HaTe their abilities
I've always disliked people
But not like this
HaTe grows inside me
I know it doesn't matter
I know no-one cares
But I feel as though
Somewhere it should
But every time I turn around
Failure strikes again
Wether it be myself 
Or a skill I once possessed
However for some reason
I continue to struggle
Without giving up
I don't understand why
I don't understand how
But I press on
Without a reason 
Is this good?  
Is this bad?  
I don't know
I'm not sure I care
I just know
And thats all I need... 
HaTe HaTe HaTe 

poem by Seth Kaileen
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There are some people that the press like to pick on and not just the gay press, but the press in general. And some people, the press just doesn't care about at all.

quote by Nathan Lane
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This Hate

I hate the word terrorist
I hate how it is used
I hate the war began by it
I hate the hate that ensues
I hate the politicians, who squander human lives
I hate the people
I hate the people who allow
I hate the people who ignore the truth
I hate myself who stands helpless, frustrated, and confused
I hate… hate
I hate the truth of today
I hate the horror of yesterday
I hate that I cannot forget
I hate the media who conform the masses
I hate the fear that leaves a repugnant odor
I hate those that use this fear to kill
All this hate I bear eats at me
This hate eats you
Hate will consume us, until all of humanity is lost
While I spin so does the world
While we die so does the world
While the world is at war
There will be no winner
There will be no victory
There will be no peace
Wake up……
WAKE up…….
WAKE UP………
So we can end this hate

poem by Samson Minder
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The War King

War above the clouds,
War below the earth,
The War King rules this land.

This strife has gone on for too long,
So a Band of warriors has come,
The War King rules this land.

War and strife,
Anger and hate,
The War King rules this land.

When the warriors come,
There will be death,
The War King rules this land.

The War King rules this land no more,
The wars are over,
Justice has prevailed.

poem by Steve Vaughan
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Come Away

(g.bowser/j.jupp)
Published by chappell & co., ltd. - capac
As I walk along the lonely streets
I cant talk to the people that I meet
I see them come, and I see them go
I see them smile, and say hello
Come with me and take my hand
Ooh, fly away to another land, oh yes we will
Come with me and take my hand
Well fly away to another land
Come over here little girl
And Ill show you another world
Where we can be free to do as we want
Live our lives as we please, and say what we like, oh
Come with me and take my hand, ooh
Well fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand, oh
And fly away to another land
Theres so many things that remain to be done
And no one has thought of a way to begin
So follow me into my life
Come with me and take my hand (and take...)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (ooh)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (take my hand)
Fly away to another land (oh yes we will)
Come with me and take my hand (and take my hand, take my hand)
Fly away to another land (yeah)
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land

song performed by by April Wine
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I see something wrong

Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.

We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know

poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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The World's Damnation

People lie, people cry. People try, people die. In this world you have to cut your own path, Don't let others determine what your heart decides. People give, people take. People help, people kill. This world is a dangerous place, filled with hate. While your feelin' may be different, you must open your eyes. So much pain, so much hate, so much hurt, so much death. Death may be the end for some. While to others, it is only the beginnin. Love and Pain, It's all the same. Everyones loved someone in with life, but it just makes the pain worse. Love, Hate, Pain, Sorrow...This is the World's Damnation.

poem by Clint Tilley
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Is This You?

I hate the way I look
I hate the way I feel
I hate the way I know
That my hate is real

I hate the way some people
Seem to get all the breaks
I hate the way I don't have
What it seems to take

I hate the way some people
Never seem to lose
I hate the way it seems
I never get to choose

I hate the way some people
Think they know it all
I hate the way those people
Never seem to fall

I hate so much in this life
Sometimes I cannot see
Because I am so filled with hate
I sometimes even hate me

4-11-07/RJH

poem by Ray Hansell
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People Are People

We're different colours
And we're different creeds
And different people
Have different needs
It's obvious you hate me
Though I've done nothing wrong
I've never even met you
What could I have done
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
People are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate mePeople are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate me
You're punching, kicking
And you're shouting at me
And I'm relying on your common decency
La, la. la, la. la
So far it hasn't surfaced
But I'm sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From your head to your fist
Can't understand what makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate mePeople are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate me
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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The Hand That Signed the Paper

The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death.

The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,
The finger joints are cramped with chalk;
A goose's quill has put an end to murder
That put an end to talk.

The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,
And famine grew, and locusts came;
Great is the hand that holds dominion over
Man by a scribbled name.

The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;
Hands have no tears to flow.

poem by Dylan Thomas
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A World Filled With Hate

This world is filled with hate

Hate against life
Hate against your friends
Hate against your pet
Hate against the rain
Hate against a busdriver
Hate against your teacher
Hate against your parents
Hate against your brothers and sisters
Hate against a difficult game
Hate against your job
Hate against the way you live
Hate against your body
Hate against a withering flower
Hate against a not-working car
Hate against someone hurting you
Hate against a child that doesn't obey
Hate against the cloudy sky
Hate against God
Hate against the death

So much hate in everyone of us
We're filled with it

But only a little dropp of love
In this hate filled world
Could overcome every bit of hate

poem by Angel of Death
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Freedom For Palestine! ...

My country, my people, my land
Oh do I wish to be with my people hand in hand
With all wars abolished and all pain gone
With death and pain vanished that has been accepted for very long
Oh do I hope for my country’s independence and self-rule
Oh do I wish to destroy my enemies that have been and are still cruel
With all this evil destroyed and finally stopped
Then no more dreadful missiles could be dropped
Where finally a child can sleep silently in his bed
Not worrying about the next day if he’ll be dead
Where children are happy and finally sense the feeling of fun
Where a father could finally live in peace with his son
Yes, it’s my country Palestine
A country that will always stay mine
Oh do I wish the world could just for once say no and mean it
Oh do I wish the people in this universe could just admit
That what’s going on in Palestine is totally wrong
Then the war that’s still happening would’ve not stayed for so long
I don’t see the reason on why an innocent child deserves to die
I don’t see why a mother should look at her dead children and cry
We are all people...Our differences doesn’t matter anymore
Freedom and peace is what we all should be looking for
May the Palestinian pain and misery just fade away
That’s all I pray for every single day.

poem by Marria Attar
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Season Of Hate

You are leaving now in the season of hate
Because now it is the season of hate
And how many times have you heard from people that they hate you?
How does that world feels to you when you hear it?
I am a 100% sure that you feel hurt and upset with the people
Who told you that they hate you?
But the truth is that hate is very contagious an spreads like crazy from
One person to other
And the truth is that hate turns to anger
And anger turns to violence

poem by Aldo Kraas
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I Hate It

i hate this stupid world
and the place i have in it
i hate this stupid house
and the life that its finished

i hate this computer
so ragged, so slow
i hate all the things
that i do not know

i hate the way words
can bring a person to their knees
i hate that hearts
break so easily

i hate that people die
when theyre oh so young in age
i hate it when my book
is oddly missing a page

i hate it when you cry
and won't tell me what's wrong
i hate the way people write random stuff
and sing it and call it a song

i hate that life sucks
and always will for me
i hate it that we can't
go on living happily

i hate it that i like you
when you so obviously don't like me back
i hate it when my parents
never cut me any slack

i hate it that im breaking
and nothing can fix the truth
i hate my wounds for healing
and not staying to give proof

i hate that i hate so many things
yet i don't regret a bit
i hate it that i don't always hate the days
when i feel like shit

poem by Something Changing
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I Hate...

I hate the way I’ve messed up my life,
I hate the way I cry,
I hate the person I’ve become,
I hate that I want to die.

I hate the fact that I feel so alone,
I hate the way I hide,
I hate avoiding those who care,
I hate that so often I’ve lied.

I hate the way that I hurt myself,
I hate the scars I make,
I hate that people don’t understand,
I hate that they think I’m fake.

I hate the fact that I’m depressed,
I hate that I’m so ill,
I hate feeling tired all the time,
I hate that I need the pills.

I hate the way I feel so scared,
I hate that people can’t see,
I hate how I have lost myself,
Quite simply, I just hate me.

poem by Ali Chapman
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I Hate...

I hate,
hate that I can't trust
I hate,
hate that I must lie because they'd rather believe I'm fine.

I hate,
hate who I've been.
I hate,
hate to make decisions.

I hate,
hate that I can't hate those I should.
I hate,
hate my life.

I hate,
hate that I can't die.
I hate,
hate to live in fear and hate.

I hate,
hate my uncertainty.
I hate,
hate the lies people tell me.

I hate,
hate that I believe.
I hate,
hate those that wish their lives were mine.

I hate,
hate all emotion that's mine.
I hate,
hate that I need others.

I hate,
hate my own d*mn incompetence.
I hate,
hate that there's so much to hate.

poem by Dama Tristeza
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Sonnet: what death is great?

People who die a Martyr's death are great!
Some people die in wars, fighting their foes;
Some people die for no reason but fate!
Some die all life-time, suffering death-throes!

And some get killed by evil men's designs;
And some die foolishly, by grave mistake;
Some die by road-disasters and in mines!
Some die by poison-taking of own make.

What kind of death is greatest in God's eyes?
The man who dies for sake of God on earth!
The man who dies for cause of Truth and wise!
The man who dies for sake of Heaven's mirth!

Thus, Peter died a cruel death for God,
receiving keys of Heaven as reward!

poem by John Celes
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What Death Is Great?

People who die a Martyr's death are great!
Some people die in wars, fighting their foes;
Some people die for no reason but fate!
Some die all life-time, suffering death-throes!

And some get killed by evil men's designs;
And some die foolishly, by grave mistake;
Some die by road-disasters and in mines!
Some die by poison-taking of own make.

What kind of death is greatest in God's eyes?
The man who dies for sake of God on earth!
The man who dies for cause of Truth and wise!
The man who dies for sake of Heaven's mirth!

Thus, Peter died a cruel death for God,
receiving keys of Heaven as reward!

poem by John Celes
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