Forgetting The Consequences Of Our Ignoble Actions....
sometimes we forget
about consequences
we advance with our own
motives
that satisfaction
that fire that seemingly is
consuming every
particle of our being
we become the firewood
the grass
the gasoline that must burn
itself
into nothingness
where is our gene
of Prometheus?
it must be missing for now
we advance as armies hungry
for a kill
and we kill anyone that we meet
after
making a war and
killing all
the enemies
then we kill even friends
as we are hungry
for the killing
for the killing's sake
we have forgotten us
and the incoming consequences of our
ignoble actions
what follows next is
unimaginable
it is a planet of fire
where words
do not exist.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kill Somebody
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
When the boys cry, in the morning light
And they take their guns and leave their girls and step outside
And they all feel blue, ´cause theyre waiting still
For the enemy on the other side theyre going to kill
You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody
You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody
You better kill
When the bombers come, with the rising sun
And the dreams of glory and blue eyed heros all have gone
On the other side sits the enemy
And Im sure he wont invite for a cup of tea
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Here Comes President Kill Again
Here comes president kill again,
Surrounded by all of his killing men.
Telling us who, why, where and when,
President kill wants killing again.
Hooray, ring out the bells,
King conscience is dead.
Hooray, now back in your cells,
Weve president kill instead.
Here comes president kill again.
Broadcasting from his killing den.
Dressed in pounds and dollars and yen,
President kill wants killing again.
Hooray, hang out the flags,
Queen caring is dead.
Hooray, well stack body bags,
For president kill instead.
Aint democracy wonderful?
Them russians cant win!
Aint democracy wonderful?
Lets us vote someone like that in.
Here comes president kill again,
From pure white house to number 10.
Taking lives with a smoking pen,
President kill wants killing again.
Hooray, everythings great,
Now president kill is dead.
Hooray, Ill bet you cant wait,
To vote for president kill instead...
song performed by by Xtc
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Here Comes President Kill Again
Here comes president kill again,
Surrounded by all of his killing men.
Telling us who, why, where and when,
President kill wants killing again.
Hooray, ring out the bells,
King conscience is dead.
Hooray, now back in your cells,
Weve president kill instead.
Here comes president kill again.
Broadcasting from his killing den.
Dressed in pounds and dollars and yen,
President kill wants killing again.
Hooray, hang out the flags,
Queen caring is dead.
Hooray, well stack body bags,
For president kill instead.
Aint democracy wonderful?
Them russians cant win!
Aint democracy wonderful?
Lets us vote someone like that in.
Here comes president kill again,
From pure white house to number 10.
Taking lives with a smoking pen,
President kill wants killing again.
Hooray, everythings great,
Now president kill is dead.
Hooray, Ill bet you cant wait,
To vote for president kill instead...
song performed by by Xtc
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Kill Kill
in srilanka
killing
killing...
mother land
people
with out
food and
with bom blast...
kill...kill...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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To Kill
I want to come out
I wanna tell the world who I am
starting with you
how I felt all these years
trapped in a dark box
trying to hide who I am
who I was born to be
a killer
I feel the powerful need
the need
to kill
I feel the darkness put it’s blindfold
over my hungry eyes to confuse myself
from what’s right and wrong
I’m staving to kill
to see the fear in your helpless eyes
to hear you plead beg and
your screams of pain while I begin to cut you open
feel the power of having control over your life
to kill
ooo... the satisfaction of taking a life
I might even get off as you slowly die
of corse that would have to be after
I ate some of your own flesh as you watch
I think honey barbeque sauce what about you
do you like honey barbeque? ? ?
I’m getting horney just thinking about killing someone
the only thing that would make it better is making someone else rape you
as I watch
I think that guy tied up in the corner will do just fine
don’t you? ? ?
O look he’s waking up
just in time
I then notice that the ropes that are now imbedded in your wrists and ankles are coved in blood
It’s dripping onto the bed
I quickly grab my glass and your sweet blood
fills the glass fast
I remove the gag and try to let you drink it but
you just continue to choke on it
and since you shouldn’t waste a good thing
I decide to drink it
I’ll get off and cut you some more
now I have two victims
o well it’s just more meet to add to my barbeque
that I will start to prepare while your still alive
the ribs will be so tender
that it will melt in my mouth
to kill
ahh... yes... scream this dose hurt
o don’t worry it’s sanitized I make sure I take good care
of all my victims
yes I think this chunk of your leg will be
just fine for the taste test
don’t you
would you like a piece when it’s done
no? ? ?
Ya I wouldn’t want eat me either
I think you’ll taste much better then I would
no longer will I be sick of not killing
I will never hold myself back from not killing
to kill
KILL KILL KILL
the taste of victory
I’m guessing you’ll taste just like chicken
to slowly take a life
for them to live
no more
to kill
mmmm.... I think that your almost done
are you sure you don’t want a piece
and they say that I’m sane
P.S.
This is just a joke NOT FOR REAL! DONT TAKE IT TO HEART! ! !
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Killing Time
(originally recorded by sweet savage)
Sound of gunfire comes through the night
Killing and hatred, its a terrible sight
Reports come in of the heavy attack
Message is seen, were moving back
Preparations are made for the journey back
Its a survival, supplies are packed
No more nights in this eternal hell
Destination is simple, we move out
Killing time - you left from the line
Killing time - your turn to kill
Killing time - what do you say?
Killing time - aha, killing time
And he knew what he needed to keep us alive
No time for cowardice, kill and survive
Like a killer kid with a switchblade knife
Nasty word, hell take your life
The silence is over, they attack again
Killing and hatred drive me insane
Reports come in of a heavy attack
Message is seen, were moving back
Killing time - you left from the line
Killing time - your turn to kill
Killing time - what do you say?
Killing time - aha, killing time
Sound of gunfire comes through the night
Killing and hatred, its a terrible sight
Reports come in of a heavy attack
Message is seen, were moving back
And he knew what he needed to keep us alive
No time for cowardice, kill and survive
Like a killer kid with a switchblade knife
Nasty word, hell take your life
Killing time - you left from the line
Killing time - your turn to kill
Killing time - what do you say?
Killing time - aha, killing time
song performed by by Metallica
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The Art Of Killing
he never for once
imagined that he could kill
killing
the simple thought of killing
makes him puke
he tried once
killing a fruit fly
in a snap
reasoning that it infected
its dessert
that whole night
he could not sleep
for he was
worn with guilt
his brother is a moron
the worst in class
makes most of the fame
by killing
many fruit flies
he is the top of his class
but he laughs at him
short of respect
for his fear of killing
'it is a phobia' his brother says
and just like everything else
runs berserk and
becomes an unreasonable
generalization
let me cut this story short
he did not make money
waddled in poverty and
feared the art of killing
helpless n& useless in-himself
his wife
deserted him and his kids
lost that respect
because he will never kill
a fly again
i do not want to make this
story long and
agonizing,
know what?
he killed himself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Killing With Kindness
Don't cry for me my baby
Don't say a word
Everyone knows you're a dangerous bird
Fly like a golden eagle
Sleek like the snow
Ticking your time bomb where ever you go
You're sinking a line without a trace
With elegant crimes against the state
Killing with kindness yeah
Making the most of the mess oh yeah
You're mother and childless yeah, yeah
Just kill them with kindness yeah, yeah
Bye cruel politician
Now you've been caught
Came from behind
It's a dangerous spot
Green are the seeds of envy
Watch how they grow
Everyone knows there's a fire down below
You're sinking a line without a trace
With elegant crimes against the state
Killing with kindness yeah
Making the most of the mess oh yeah
You're mother and childless yeah, yeah
Just kill them with kindness yeah, yeah
Killing with kindness
Raising the ghost from the flesh oh yeah
Don't blind them with science yeah, yeah
Just kill them with kindness yeah, yeah
Turn your back
And you might understand
Become your destiny
And you'll be a lucky man
Don't let anything stand in your way
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Bloodlust
I sit at my desk and wonder,
why people do the things they do.
Why do they go on killing one another,
each and everyday?
Some say that it is for religion.
I dismiss that fact.
I cannot see any God
wanting you to kill another because of them.
All the religions that I know of,
urge respect between our fellow man.
Therefore, the reason they do it
must be personal from what I see.
The individuals involved must love suffering,
get a kick out of the pain they cause.
They have a bloodlust
and kill to make themselves look big.
They think that killing gives them power,
it doesn’t,
it only shows them as weak.
They are cowards
because they have to do it in groups.
The one person who stands up to them
has more power than they will ever have.
Oh, they may kill the mortal form,
but the spirit they cannot kill.
It will inherit someone else.
The person with a great spirit
will be welcome at heaven’s door,
while those who want to kill
will be devoured by the devil,
living in his kingdom for evermore.
poem by David Harris
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Killing Time
Everybodys going somewhere
See how they stand in line
All complaining their lives are unfair
Too bad for them, too bad for mine
(its the killing time) from now till then
(killing time), not knowing when
Theyre watching me, Im watching them
Standing by the empty mine
(killing time)
Its a killing time
I know it well
Killing time
Until the bell
Too late to change, too soon to tell
And in between, the killing time
(killing time) giving me hell
Up above the stars still shine
Through the poverty and grime
Of the empty streets below
Killing time, nowhere to go
(killing time)
Tell me, brother whats the plan?
Will I be a working man?
And occupy my idle mind
Or kill the time I knew so well
(killing time) giving me hell
Still I can smile at what I see
Soap operas full of vanity
So much wealth and property
Side by side with petty crime
Is that all lifes meant to be?
Commercials full of luxuries
A man has one, a cat has nine
And in between its killing time
(killing time)
Its a killing time
I know it well
Too late to change
Too soon to tell
Still I can smile at what I find
Waiting round and killing time
Bite the bullet
Help me through it
These lunatics will take my mind
Why cant life be more sublime
Than all of this waste and killing time
Killing time
I know it well
Its the killing time
song performed by by Kinks
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Sins And Sin
Calamity is the sin of eternity,
Killing is the art of this sin.
Jostling my shoulders, the people
Are a crowd so rowdy
That they are punishing me
And it is sheer disbelief for me.
For to kill my design, it needs
Courage and killing is my art.
Calamities rock the world more than
Me. Some of us rule the world,
More than me, and they kill the sins
For eternity.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Terrorism Today
When
Love of life and fellowmen
Is disappearing from this world:
Revenge and hatred engulf hearts;
When
Anger prevails in many forms;
Dissatisfied are minds and souls;
Sense of values, morals are lost.
When
Friends turn enemies, foes turn friends,
Fanatic killing turns a game;
To kill and die is the aim,
TERRORISM
–Satanic ideologies are born;
Innocents are killed, maimed, torn;
A woe-filled day greets men each morn!
TERRORISTS
–A few may kill many with ease;
Killing others is their disease;
Without remorse, they undo peace!
BUT
The world will find a cure too soon;
The bane will turn another boon,
The menace buried in the moon!
(17-07-11)
poem by John Celes
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Genocide
When they try to tell you knowledge is a dangerous thing
"it's such a dangerous thing"
The people that have it are the people that sin
And the people that need it are the people that can never win
"they can never win"
Let me get you out of here little broken wing
There are people round here that are right
There are people round here that like to sleep at night
There are people round here that go slow
There are people round here that don't kindly to the killing of the buffalo
When they tear up all the treaties and break up all the plans
"they break up all the plans"
Did you do your duty and kill on command?
Did you know the redman used to roam this land?
"he used to roam this land"
Now the souls of lost warriors blow across the sands
People round here they get it right
People round here we like to sleep at night
There are people round here that go slow
People round here that don't take kindly to the killing of the buffalo, oh no
So listen to my story and listen to it well
"you better listen well"
Listen to the glory of the gory details of the tale i tell
Did you know the redman very well?
"i used to know him well"
Did you know the hunting ground before it became a hell?
There are people round here that are right
There are people round here that like to sleep at night
There are people round here i don't know
There are people round here that don't take kindly to the killing of the buffalo
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing of the
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing
So listen to my story of genocide
How they were hunted and slaughtered till there was no place left to hide
Did you know the redman used to hold his head with pride?
Till every man, woman and child were destroyed
There are people round here that get it right
There are people round here that couldn't sleep at night
There are people round here i don't know
There are people round here that don't take kindly to the killing of the buffalo
There are people round here that understand
There are people round here that couldn't give a damn
There are people round here that go slow
There are people round here that don't take too kindly to the killing of the buffalo
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing of the
They're killing all the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
They're killing all the
They're killing all the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing
The killing of the buffala-o
(repeat at random)
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Kill For Me
You are coming for
You're coming to
You're killing for me
Realise
The point is
The pain comes
The body fresh
You're killing for me
Kill for me
Kill for me
Because
Life isn't fair
Because
The chance
With sight
Souls are searching for
Outside
The pain can't be ignored
All around
Lives on the
Fight is yours
Terrorised cities lost
Your world
With the permanent thoughts of hate
With their lies
Die
[Verse 1]
[Verse 2]
song performed by by Obituary
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I wanted to work on this central problem of killing. How you go about killing. Now, in the film I had to kill my children - well, I didn't want to get that far.
quote by Ellen Burstyn
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Spirits that are always willing
Spirits that are always willing
to clean up for the killing,
of the souls of the young,
with us monsters, among
you.
We can't always see
what we want to be
when we murder
when we kill her.
True.
As the spirits that are,
witness us from afar.
Down below, up above.
Kill the heart. Kill the love.
You.
poem by Kit Strait
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Out Of The Frying Pan
out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
It's only two o'clock and the temperture's beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never been this hot and i've never been so bored
And breathing is just no fun anymore
And then i saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that i ever said
I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that i ever said
You can feel the pulse of the pavement racing like a runaway horse
The subways are steaming and the skin of the street is gleaming with sweat
I've seen you sitting on the steps outside
And you were looking so restless and reckless and lost
I think it's time for you to come inside
I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget
I think it's time for you to come inside
I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget
Come on! come on!
And there'll be no turning back
You were only killing time and it'll kill you right back
Come on! come on!
It's time to burn up the fuse
You've got nothing to do and even less to lose
You've got nothing to do and even less to lose
So wander down the ancient hallway
Taking the stairs only one at a time
Follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I'm in the room at the top, you're at the end of the line
Open the door and lay down on the bed
The sun is just a ball of desire
And i wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
And i wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire!
It's only two o'clock and the tempertures beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never been this hot and i've never been so bored
And breathing is just no fun anymore
And then i saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that i ever said
I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that i ever said
Come on! come on!
And there'll be no turning back
You were only killing time and it'll kill you right back
Come on! come on!
It's time to burn up the fuse
You've got nothing to do and even less to lose
You've got nothing to do and even less to lose
So wander down the ancient hallway
Taking the stairs only one at a time
Follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I'm in the room at the top, you're at the end of the line
Open the door and lay down on the bed
The sun is just a ball of desire
And i wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
And i wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire! fire! fire!
And into the fire!
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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The Fear Within
What should I do?
What can I do?
When the fear within is killing me.
I cant sleep, I cant dream
I cant think, I cant scream
Because the fear within is killing me.
I feel like weeping for ever
I feel like sleeping for ever!
Because i feel the fear within will never die!
What is this fear?
Why is this fear?
And why is it killing me!
The fear spreads like cancer
But i cant find an answer
Why is the fear killing me!
The best thing i could do
And the last thing I should do
Is kill the fear before it killed me!
poem by Amit Gunji
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hey! Judas forgive me.
I stand straight and my legs are one foot wide,
suddenly I throw my hands up, fingers are
one inch apart they might be racist they
could be fascist but here I am a hard core
humanist so I ask them to kill me first
before killing my friends as each of them
know me how I am, I know them too but
each a coward I challenge them to come
one by one but they refuse and move and
come in crowd, they shout at me but I
shout back at them louder they start
moving out hanging their head out of
fear, I sit and ponder how they dare
to kill them whom I give shelter, they
can kill me hundred times but I can
not kill the faith, not even once, hey,
Judas forgive me.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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I didn't want to kill a man. I'm not capable of killing a man. I wanted to kill a tyrant.
quote by Oriana Fallaci
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