The Tub Of Water
By the tub of water stands an object too frightening,
The steel dagger awaits bloody ruin from the majesty of evil;
Into the place we surrender our will to the enormity of disgust,
In this place of ruin we see everyday objects become murderous.
To the touch it seems a murder has been committed,
Blood is desired beyond the mirrors, beyond us.
I heard practically no sound, so astonished by the silence
I carried by own living body to the realm of the other side.
Camps of ruin, camps of blood were before me,
Antagonizing my brain and mind, my guts and feeling.
The tub of water vanished and became a tub of horror -
A monstrous man pushed up, with bloody wounds
And too many gashes to the skin, ripping apart now.
I had to disgust itself with my action,
I had to discuss with him his fate,
The fate I gave him, I never forgave him,
I hated his being with the dagger to release
Him, and me from the clutches of horror and blood.
The dagger is enough, it is enough
To employ in reducing the man,
The man who is now dead from the gashes,
The ones fresh from my dagger, the pouring blood
Is astounding, and filling the tub of water.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Do You Want To See The Bed In Flames?
(Translation To: Wollt Ihr Das Bett In Flammen Sehen?)
Do you want to see the bed in flames
do you want to perish in skin and hair
you want to stick the dagger in the sheet as well
you want to also lick the blood from the dagger
Rammstein
You see the crosses on the pillow
You mean the innocence may kiss you
You believe it would be hard to kill
But where are all of the dead coming from
Rammstein
Sex is a battle
Love is war
Do you want to see the bed in flames
do you want to perish in skin and hair
you want to stick the dagger in the sheet as well
you want to also lick the blood from the dagger
Rammstein
song performed by by Rammstein
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On Blood, Water, and Other Fluids of Varying Density
Blood is thicker than water
So they say
But so is jam, and honey,
And mercury, and porridge, and-
Let’s just say a lot of things
Are thicker than water.
Blood is thicker than water
So they say
But there’s ‘a friend who sticks closer than a brother’-
So is that a ‘water’ or a ‘blood’,
Or a watered-down ‘blood’
Or a bloodied-up ‘water’?
There are many kinds of friends-
Depending on their circulations-
Indeed, some are so thick
They need nuclear-powered hearts
Just to pump all that tar
To all parts of their bodies
Women of steel and iron men…
So when you turn around,
And your friend has ‘got your back’;
Then you wind up with six inches of dagger
Sticking from it-
Don’t worry; it’s perfectly explainable-
They just wanted to see what kind of fluid
Runs through YOUR veins…
RedRum
The dagger slips through the skin
You know that you will win
Oh sweet red rum
The blood drips to the ground
You are careful to make not a sound
Oh sweet red rum
The feeling inside; of hate
By the time they come it will be too late
Oh sweet red rum
The body is still in your hold
You feel the skin go cold
Oh sweet red rum
Again you have stolen life
With the same red tinted knife
Oh sweet red rum
You feel hate no longer, your heart fills with sorrow
For you there will be no tomorrow
Oh sweet red rum
The dagger slips through your skin
You know the knife will always win
Oh sweet red rum
Your blood drips to the ground
You shall not make a sound
Oh sweet red rum
Feeling inside is no longer
For you are no longer
Oh sweet red rum
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Dagger Through The Heart
(Dolly Parton)
Oh, you're out there tonight with another
And my pain is so dreadfully sharp.
I picture you with her and shudder,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Do you think that my feelings don't matter,
Or your cheatin' or hurtful remarks
When you leave me all broken and shattered
It's like a dagger through the heart
Oh, I know I'm a fool to keep stayin'
When you've made hurtin' me such an art,
Tossed around like a used box of crayons,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Oh, you cut me to pieces so often
Like a knife or a poisonous dart
I would be better off in my coffin,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Oh, I know I'm a fool to keep stayin'
When you've made hurtin' me such an art,
Tossed around like a used box of crayons,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Like a dagger through the heart, through the heart
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Dolly Dagger
Here comes dolly dagger
Her loves so heavy, gonna make you stagger.
Dolly dagger, she drinks her blood from a jagged edge...
Been riding broomsticks since she was fifteen
Blow out all the other witches on the scene.
She got a bull whip, just as long as your life.
Her tongue can even scratch
The soul out of the devils wife.
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Red.
Red, the color of love romance
The color of our hearts.
Red, the color of blood,
My blood coming from where you stabbed me with your dagger.
Red, the color of your evil vile face.
After you realized what you’ve done.
Red, the color on the floor.
From my blood to yours.
poem by Angela Landa
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXVI: Ruin
Do not ruin a good story
Do not ruin a perfect plan
Do not ruin a flawless lie
Do not ruin a great sacrifice
Do not ruin a hard work
Do not ruin a long trust
Do not ruin a magical moment
Do not ruin a golden opportunity
Do not ruin the current mood
Do not ruin an innocent dream
Do not ruin a sweet memory
Do not ruin a fair game
Do not ruin a mutual agreement
Do not ruin a smiling face
Do not ruin the flowing river
Do not ruin the sequence order
Do not ruin the standard procedure
Do not ruin the prepared show
Do not ruin a complete circle
Do not ruin a final ending
Do not ruin the leisure time
Do not ruin the aiming shot
Do not ruin the hidden purpose
Do not ruin a genius idea
Do not ruin the dead price
Do not ruin a determined mind
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Killer Barracuda
Look into water, see the barracuda
Patient as the devil
Hanging still
Like a shadow in the water
Pretty barracuda,
Dagger of the devil
Waiting to kill
Little girl beware, of killer barracuda
He rules these waters like a king
Hell cut your heart out slicker than a dagger
Not cause hes hungry cause hes mean
You can see the shark now
Glidin through the water
Ugly as death.
Eats anything
But the pretty barracuda, dont touch no leavins
Takin what he wants to
cause hes king
And you cant scare him or entice him
He wont move for the devil, til his own time
Then quicker than heartbeat
Hell turn you away girl just to
See you fall, and leave you dyin
Little girl beware of the killer barracuda
He rules these waters like a king
Hell cut your heart out slicker than a dagger
Not cause hes hungry
cause hes mean
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Attitudes
A stake must be driven into the heart of a person who kisses
For blood and guts and ruin, for money of bloody water,
And for the substances that destroy happiness and well-being.
A stagnant pond larrups us with its stare, feeding a lake,
Running water-waves after too many attackers of the
Microscopic level, that never dies and does not deserve.
These two executions matter to the brave and mighty,
Who righteously transfer items of gold and silver,
To the poor and needy, those destitute with morose attitudes.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight? or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
William Shakespeare in Macbeth
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The Dagger
I like you well, O trusty dagger mine,
My comrade wrought of cool Damascus steel!
Forged were you by the Georgian with revenge in the mind,
By the Circassian free - for war were you made keen.
A lily-white hand it was gave you to me -
You were affection's keepsake, its last gift...
Not blood, but pearl-like tears born of the agony
Of bitter parting down your blade ran swift.
Her dark eyes rested, full of secret pain,
Of sadness and of mystery, upon
My face, and like yourself when lit by flickering flame,
Now clouded and turned dull, now glowed and shone.
O dagger, love's mute pledge, you will my true
Friend stay, and an example set to me, a wanderer:
For faithful, yes, and firm of soul like you
I'll be like you that tempered was by fire.
poem by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
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Streams Of Living Water Will Flow
water of life
water of love
life bubble
life on grass blade
what is death by thirst Lord?
if anyone thirsts
let him come
to me and drink John 7: 37.
without water
there would be
no life possible...
out of his inmost
part streams of living
water will flow John 7: 38.
water is liquid life
water is a large
percentage of cells
cells comprise life
cells make up
all living organisms
man cannot live by bread alone?
“It is written,
“Man must not live,
not on bread alone,
but on every utterance
coming forth through
Jehovah’s mouth.” ” Matthew 4.4.
Fact! Many
have heard that humans
can live longer
without food
than they can live
without water.
It's true!
without
water all life
would die
water
vehicle being
entity
an important
part of cells
water of life
water
river of life
in plants
water
used by
plants
to carry
to distribute
nutrients
nutrients
plants need
to survive
blood
animals need
to distribute
nutrients
oxygen to
body cells
to transport
waste products away
from cells
blood cells
blood plasma
plasma
55% of blood
fluid is water
91% by volume
water water of life
a man took a spear
pierced his side
blood water came out Matthew 27: 48.
one soldier jabbed his side
with a spear, immediately
blood and water came out John 19: 34.
at that moment born like a baby
in blood and water
holy spirit was born into the world
“And the spirit and the bride
keep on saying: “Come! ”
And let anyone hearing say:
“Come! ” And let anyone
thirsting come; let anyone
that wishes take life’s water free.” Revelation 22: 17.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wolt Ihr Das Bett In Flamen Sehen
Wollt ihr das bett in flammen sehen
Wollt ihr in haut und haaren untergehen
Ihr wollt doch auch den dolch ins laken stecken
Ihr wollt doch auch das blut vom degen lecken
Rammstein
Ihr seht die kreuze auf dem kissen
Ihr meint euch darf die unschuld kssen
Ihr glaubt zu tten wre schwer
Doch wo kommen all die toten her
Rammstein
Sex ist ein schlacht
Liebe ist krieg
Wollt ihr das bett in flammen sehen
Wollt ihr in haut und haaren untergehen
Ihr wollt doch auch den dolch ins laken stecken
Ihr wollt doch auch das blut vom degen lecken
Rammstein
(translation:
Do you want to see the bed in flames
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Do you want to see the bed in flames
Do you want to totally perish
You want to stick the dagger in the sheet
You want to lick the blood from the dagger
Rammstein!
You see the crosses on the pillow
You think innocence may kiss you
You believe killing might be hard
But where are all the dead coming from
Rammstein!
Sex is a battle.
Love is war.
Do you want to see the bed in flames
Do you want to totally perish
You want to stick the dagger in the sheet
You want to lick the blood from the dagger
Rammstein! )
song performed by by Rammstein
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Singular Indestructible Droid
Blood of my blood
Skin of my skin
A normal human being
Solder and wires
Circuitry
We're far from human beings
He's sick of his skin
It's time to trade it in
A galaxy of emotions
Your soul is what it costs
We walk the same path
No body could get in our way
Dangerously
We passionately never hesitate
Keep the soul
That's control
Now you put in the metal
Biological
Spiritual
Electrical
Digital
S.I.D.
Willing to make the change
Surrender the flesh and bones
Against the grain
Pushing beyond the limits of ourselves
This body is just a cage
You're dead and you're in a grave
We're losing our minds
That's just fine
Living forever
Bleed out my blood
Skin off my skin
Solder the wire
Transformation
Take my body and
Release me from this cage
You can't put a spirit in a grave
Singular Indestructible Droid
Bloody-human-robot
song performed by by Papa Roach from Lovehatetragedy
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A Pool of Blood
A pool of water causes us to play with words,
Inner feelings may conceive an exalted frame of mind.
A pool is like radiation, all the yawning is converted
Into a character of good, a conversion has been made.
A pool is of blood, a real royal boredom of blue blood,
A spoilt man is issuing secrets that kingdoms do love.
When murder is bloody and minded by the some
We crave, destruction is the key, for almighty freedom.
A pool of immediate appearance is before my own eyes,
My ears are against my sight, for I have no idea of sound.
What is the murder when pools of bright blood stain the floors
With the anger and hunger of a killer, a sentinel of alien rudeness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My Fate Decided
D day
The icy spray of the sea
The soft murmur of men
The retailing of packs
The wait of mine secured on my back
My fate decided
The blow of a whistle
The thump of the 88`s letting lose
The rattle of bullets hitting the boat
The caused cry
The scream of men
The roar of metal ripping apart
My fate decided
The boat stoping
The men confused
The red water linking in
The ramp is opening
My fate decided
The whistles blown
The line a broken
Pushing men not wanting to leave
The water red and cold
The pounding of bullets
The scream of men all around
My fate decided
Blood bleached sand thick and red
My rifle a swung on my back
The clocking of wet rifles
The explosion of a boat
The cry of men, metal and guns
My fate decided
The sicken sight
The feeling worse
The pounding of feet
The rocks
Can we make it?
My fate decided
The rifle unsung
The rocks and shelter still far away
Can we make it?
Falling men hitting hard to the dirt
Is this where we should all now lay?
My fate decided
The shade of the towering stones
Now directly over me
Have I made it?
Yes voice from nowhere bellowed
On your feet a war to fight
Find the strength I think I might
My fate decided
Men still falling, still crying, still screaming in pain
I am here fine feeling only a dull numbness
Rifle clocked and ready to go
Firing on impulse as it would seem
Another round shot another man falls
The bullets flying all around
Hit men and picking them off at a steady past
Claiming their targets resting place
My fate decided
Stumbling into the trench
On top of the men which had fired at us not long ago
Their resting place now sealed in a bloody hole of mud and grit
Would this be me?
My fate decided
The loading of a rifle
Pulling me back to reality
To the blood soaked uniform
To the job at hand
To the war we must fight
My fate decided
poem by Mike Cochrane
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The Historian
He was a big name
Who had gained fame
As one of the “Kiplings”
Who said his hero was brave
Who said his hero was burdened
Who said he had conquered
Who said he had captured
Who snatched my last weapon
My home made dagger
With handle of bone
Beads of silver
Who said
This was my honor
Who then said
I had a bitter fight
For him the cursed dagger
When snatched back
Eye to eye
He knew
Who shall have the last breath
I remember
The dagger of my fore fathers
You collected
As recovered
I did not recount the bravery
Of my heroes
They stand fallen
As you held the pen
23/1/2010
Islamabad
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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A Poem Dedicated To My Murderer
If you strike a dagger in my chest
Do ponder
Air has no body.
Air is flow
Of running seas of life
It's a long story
Which has no beginning
And no end.
If you strike a dagger in my chest
Do ponder
Air is immortal
Air is mother's pat
Air is sound of a lullaby
Air is a prayer
Out of the mouth of babes!
(1983, Translated by Samina Amjad)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Fresh Blood
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
He gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
And I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
song performed by by Alice Cooper
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fresh blood (Lyrics)
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
poem by Satan's Sibling
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