Fear
It was fear and anguish.
You were talking about evil. Returning
evil to evildoer. I touch your psyche.
I am not happy. Some thing is burning inside.
Dehumanizing the death? Betraying the muse of god?
The ending fo hidden mist and sick bedrooms,
I am counting the parameters. There is a moral pride
in humane slaughter and annexing the smile.
Sun is again coming under eclipse. Light is
growing fainter. I am again afraid of darkness.
Night of shadows and running midgets. They
prolong the agony. I turn towards the earth
for the impromptu music of life.
poem by Satish Verma
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Burning Inside
Will these dreams still follow me,
On of dark obscurity?
Cant you see it up in the sky
As it kicks you in the face and lets you dye
You never have the answers
And now you tell me the facts of life
I really couldnt be bothered with you
Get out of my face and watch me die
Burning inside!burning inside!
Absolution and a frozen room
Are dreams of men below
I try to grab it but the touch is hot
The mirrors collapses, but the image can not
Im scared of darkness in a light
I scare myself cause I know Im right
I see the evil in youre savage eye
As it cuts right through the sky
Burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning
Inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!
Calling the mantra with a blade in the skin
For the demons within
I feel the pain is the death and decay
But the lesson never fades away
Too little shadows, turn away
Another man through the window pane
Another slave and a victim of fate
Another lesson in hate
Burning inside! burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning
Inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!
song performed by by Ministry
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Evil Darkness
Slowly darkness decends as the sensible run and hide,
because with the dark comes the mist, like a dank chilling tide.
The moon shines weakly through the haze as though very afraid,
in the darkness of the night, a new terror will be concieved and made.
The mist moves slowly but for a moment and then is very still,
in the dim light stands a creature, tall and coldly evil.
No form does it have to touch or kill, no way to pull it down,
but ice cold power does it hold, and in your own terror you will drown.
Now one sensless fool puts aside his fear, he will face this evil foe,
this night he will stand his ground, but the out-come would not be so.
Drawn into this evil he was absorbed but for one dropp of blood,
for there upon the ground that night, a new evil grew from the mud.
Now a new evil has been concieved and together on dark nights will roam,
so when it's dark and dank outside.....be sure to stay at home!
poem by Ruth warren
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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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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 Elena Helms
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Good and Evil, Light and Dark
There will be a time.
When good is defeated.
When lights vanish from time
When the sun does not rise to greet the next day
There will be only night
in night there is only darkness
And in darkness there is only evil
There will be a day
When evil dies
When the stars fade away
When the is no moon to light the way
And on this day there will be nothing but mist
In a world without good and evil
There is no reason
There is nothing
But people in the streets trying to find their way home through the mist hiding their way
Shadows of Hate
Hate
Fear
Anger
Love
Hiding in the shadows is now where I can feel it home so why not just
stay there
Shadow peaceful still quiet at last
So why must we all destroy them with bombs and guns and all the
flashes in the weapons still be there
Why must we always make so much noise in this world that takes away
the peacefulness of the shadows
Why must we always kill each other use so much violence in the world
to make so many into graves just because of thing like
Hate
Fear
Anger
Love
Power
All those people need to be sent into the shadows just to know what
they can truly hide from the world
To truly know all the people that love to be in shadows that grew up
living in them and know how much they can come in to hand when all
that people fear is in them
And those people all the only ones that can come even remotely close
to being truly afraid of the light
So why do people destroy the darkness
Hate
So why do people stay away from the darkness
Fear
So why must people kill the people of the shadows
Anger
What can make all people stay together even in darkness
Love
Why must people always try to control the shadows
Power
All people are evil but nobody will ever notice it
Through all their own evil will shine through
poem by Joshua Burckhard
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Good verse Evil
There could be a time
When good is defeated
When lights vanish from time
When the sun does not rise
There will be only night
In night there will be only darkness
And in darkness there will be only evil
There could be a time
When evil is defeated
When the dark is banished to the fiery depths of hell
There will be only happiness
People will not live in fear
The earth will be blinded in light
And in light there will be only good
But you have a choice
You can choose to fight the dark
And conquer the evil
Laughter is the best weapon against evil!
poem by Blair Williams
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Doomed darkness
the end is coming if it in the way of light or if it is in the way of eternal darkness no one knows short of the allfather himself after the absence of light comes a mystery shrouded in dark engergies who knows what lays ahead in a unknown future could be good or bad or it is probably both so however in which you live your life if your good hearted than thats great if your bad and dark inside your ending would be diffrent than that of a saint not everyone whom is good is always good for everyone has but a little bit of darkness hidden deep in themselves but only a few can be good and never bad or evil one cant be both a question or phrase i once read is' There are those that feel most safest in the light and those that feel most safest in the darkness which one are you? '.
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Evil Angel
Originally posted between 2007 and 2008, however some issues occured and all my poetry was deleted, however I had a copy of it stored and am reposting it now
Your Life turns to Hell
Hell looks like heaven
But your still on Earth
Nothing looks like it should
All that you held close
Pushes you away
Evil Angel, You fear nothing
You wish your Hell away
and run to Heaven
but Heaven was Hell
Look at the stars above
Tell me your running
Tell me your crying
Evil angel, you fear nothing
Evil angel, your stronger still
Evil angel, you rule the night
Evil angel, you never sin
Evil angel, let me in
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A Monster Inside
Torn apart inside but the world is blinded by my mask, it's all they see.
Hidden under is a raging monster growing rapidly.
I love the hate, it gives me the power I need, to be everything I want to be.
Her touch goes void, her voice goes mute, nothing can penetrate me anymore.
From one to another, each one just a whore.
I wish life was simple, like a fairy tale. At least I would know a happy ending.
I run through the night, covered in darkness, yet I can't find enough places to hide. I walk through the crowd with a smile on my face. But blood is all I want to taste. Knock, knock on my door, welcome to my home...there is a monster inside.
poem by Midnight Writer
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evil
Evil, is to hunt 'you.'
smell you.
Nameless is 'EVIL.'
EVIL, ...unawakened
slides inside 'invited'.
Out of reach, TOUCHED
bloated within your womb.
EVIL, sweats you out, in taste
reaching down you check.
Trembles, hand in night, is to
dawns wasted light, in wait
sucking you inside, to rest.
EVIL was it, 'you'it's eye to
weep 'milky'you hunger, it.
EVIL, will not wait, forever on you to
reach down, close the fold, it's now.
EVIL will never be satisfied, with one
you are 'EVIL'drawn to all that's EVIL.
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A Touch Of Evil
You mesmerise slowly
Till I can't believe my eyes
Ecstasy controls me
What you give just serves me right
Without warning you're here
Like magic you appear
I taste the fear
I'm so afraid
But I still feed the flame
In the night
Come to me
You know I want your Touch of Evil
In the night
Please set me free
I can't resist a Touch of Evil
Aroused with desire
You put me in a trance
A vision of fire
I never had a chance
A dark angel of sin
Preying deep from within
Come take me in
I'm so afraid
But I still feed the flame
In the night
Come to me
You know I want your Touch of Evil
In the night
Please set me free
I can't resist a Touch of Evil
Arousing me now with a sense of desire
Possessing my soul till my body's on fire
A dark angel of sin
Preying deep from within
Come take me in
I'm so afraid
But I still feed the flame
You're possessing me
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Evil Child
Born crying
Abnormized
I was schooled by the devils child
I did things you only dream of
I was wild inside
And he said I was evil
Cause I am just an evil child
Through the rain and sunshine
They kept on calling me an
Evil child
Cause I am just an evil child
Miranda, belinda for I found that they were all the same
They come in hell fire and
She burned like a flame inside
And I called her my evil child
I loved her
She was magic pure magic
Through the moon and star shine
They keep on talking about us
They call us together
Evil child
Born evil
Die evil
Now I swing from a gallows pole
I did things I dream of
People said I was wild inside
They said I was evil
Evil child
Through the rain and sunshine
They keep on talking about me
They call me an evil child
Through the moon and sunshine
They keep on talking about me
They call me an evil child
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Don't Go Chasing Shadows
Don't go chasing shadows
When the night is a lion
Into a night that goes
With the last of a lonely ion
The night is in my love song
Thru the dark and mist
All days that touches and long
That yearning have kissed
Day by day left behind
Morning weary waking eyes
To the light day shall find
In the mist of daybreak skies
Don't go chasing shadows
When the night is a lion
Into a night that goes
With the last of a lonely ion
All in heart of the deep
Blossoms growing in spring
What they felt in their sleep
As they turn around to sing
Tomorrow´s awaking call
Feelings torching like lullabies
Beautiful dreams for all
Making love and inner ties
Dreams will never come true
If you keep on going lonely
Never seeing them coming thru
Just being inside of you only
Don't go chasing shadows
Don't go chasing shadows
When the night is a lion
Into a night that goes
With the last of a lonely ion
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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The End of Darkness
There is a darkness on every side, and with it a prevailing evil tide.
And this evil that is all around us, fills our heart with deep disgust.
From the evil we attempt to hide, but its effects can not be denied.
But soon it shall be behind us, this present world with all its lusts.
We will no longer be in this world, when by God Eternity’s unfurled.
Darkness pervades each corner of life, causing all unwanted strife.
Darkness is evil’s vessel friend, with destruction as its ultimate end.
Satan wants to hand you defeat, as he desires to sift you like wheat.
What God says about our enemy, is resist the devil and he will flee.
For Christ has achieved the victory, for evil to be banished eternally.
Until then darkness isn’t a friend, and Christ’s Light is to be our end.
Darkness is dispelled by His Light, along with all the evil of the night.
When darkness mounts against us, we must lean on whom we trust.
One day the darkness all about us, will be blown away like the dust.
In Heaven there will be no night, for Christ will be The Eternal Light.
Lust of the flesh will be no more, when we reach that celestial shore.
We’ll have a pure mind and heart, as an eternity with Christ we start.
No more temptation for us to face, for Heaven will be a Perfect place.
Purged of all sin and iniquity, a New Heaven and Earth is what will be.
A place where Truth is not denied, for His Light will be on every side.
Evil Inside Of Me
Do you see the evil in me?
It shines through me illuminating, and spraying.
People pass me and automatically start praying.
I am not playing with what I am saying.
I believe in me, so that
means I believe in the evil inside of me.
It talks to me, and through me.
The people who know me,
don’t know what has taken a hold of me.
It’s sees for me, and controls me.
This darkness knows me, it owns me.
It shows me the way, tells me what to say.
Evil believes in me, and I believe in evil.
It whispers to me, honors me, and is ever so loyal to me.
This evil that lies inside of me.
It knows me.
This evil is me
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Am I Evil?
Years of living peril and anguish cease
When evil was killed, by my senseless wrath
As his eyes closed and his heart decease
I smirked I smiled and innocently laughed
This man was evil and deserved to die
He made my sins look common and mundane
Deceiving all with his clandestine lie
Vulgarizing life that was holy he hath profane
The moisture of mankind as they woefully cry.
Over his sins, over the souls he doth steal
From loved ones whom love naught now
All the life of love, and its ardent zeal
This man took by the hand of death and how?
He killed, pillaged and with life he stripped
With rage in his eyes as red as fire
He strangled and with knife in hand ripped
The flesh of love, the flesh of desire
With no conscience to judge or heart to feel
This man was evil for evil in him doth be
The dead man, for death in him was real
And death all around him is all he did see…
But his wife sobs and his son doth weep
And in me I marvel at death and happy to kill
Does evil cry? No! than why doth people cry over evil
And me cry naught; did the devil tempt me?
Is evil like a disease, that is contagious and viral?
Hath evil infected me, could I evil, truelly be?
For they weep for an evil man
And no man weep for me, and me not weep
I am evil, for this man's evil doth evil be
in me in my will deep....
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Prophecy of the Seasons
Evil darkness shall stain the earth,
In the ancient place where shadows lurk.
For summer's light cannot be found
There rivers of blood shall stain the ground.
An ancient stone will block the night
Sending the sun to shine with fiery light
For when summer comes, the sun returns
Night becomes day as evil burns.
The snows of winter will find the night,
And the summer sun will send the light.
The flowers of spring will bring the day,
For the leaves of Autumn shall fall away.
Dawn (Chapter 113, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Say, I ask for refuge to the Lord of Dawn
From the evil of His creation
And from the evil of night when it comes
And from the evil of blowing on knots by the magicians
And from the evil of the people when they are envious.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Holy Coincidence
Just saying
When you're hearing the same thing
Everyone is talking about identity
What it mean to be me
To be who God us to be
It's like God is trying to bring up that issue
The thing I've hidden beneath my skin, hid deep within the tissue
The thing I've tried to run from my whole life, if you can call it that
The thing I've compartmentalized
The lies I crystallized
I thought it was over, I thought it wasn't important what made me, me
Why does it matter when I'm evil, when God sees who I can be
What part of me is good, what parts evil, is there any good
Can anything good come from this, don't you see it
Don't you see the overwhelming darkness, heartless pit
Maybe that is not what I should
Think or see, but how could I not? Did I not earn
The hatred that I have come to yearn
For, to not be able to imagine life without, and not imagine life at all
I thought we were done, I thought I could just forget
Just saying
Why is everyone talking to me about this?
Why are the passage I'm reading, the books I'm reading
The discussions I'm hearing, why this and why that
Why here and why not
Why, why, why
If it wasn't important then why
Could this just be coincidence?
Could it be pure randomness?
I do not know
If even close to coincidence I see God is trying to do something
Through me
To me
For me
Me
This feels
This seems
This appears
Selfish
Evil
Because it's me
I don't want to know about this identity
But I guess You won't let me forget
I guess I can't really say it's coincidence it's You speaking to me
But if in any it is, let me tell you
That's one freaking
Holy coincidence
poem by David Knox
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