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Bekah Halle May 11
Good and bad —
Light and darkness —
Day and night —
I've tried to be divine,
And I've run from evil,
Or so it seemed...

But the evil within me —
Wouldn't leave;
I pray,
I repent,
I accept shame
as my cloak;
I shrivel the goodness
Unseen...

I split,
Disconnect;
Become a kaleidoscope
of regret.
Days lost
in a fruitless
quest —

Isn't it easier
to just
Embrace the evil within me?!
Is that love?
Loving evil;
Heaven's dove?
Or is that truly absurd?!

This poem has already
Gone on, way too long,
But since I have run
from evil so strong,
Turning towards
loses its terror.

In some ways, the practice of reflection is so freeing - coming face to face with myself and instead of freezing, I hold the mirror up and embrace the ugly, broken parts.
Reece May 10
The arsonist burned everything to ash.
He’d already been hurt in the past.
Due to his fear and lack of cheer,
He’d burn the world down,
Back to the ground.
He’d never let anyone touch him,
Their fingers would be set aflame.
Who needs companionship?
The arsonist thought everyone was the same.
They’d all burn him,
So he’d burn them first.
They’d all hurt him,
So he’d make sure he’s the worst.
So no one will bother,
As he pours the kerosene.
He lights the match,
Stares at the flame,
Wishing that his heart could take the pain.
She left him for another guy,
And he always wondered why,
She betrayed him after he had promised his life,
And stabbed him in the back with a knife.
He flicked the flame into the fuel.
Heard the symphony of crackling.
He’d take the whole world with him,
As it all burned down, he was cackling.
Some people are destructive to those they love and themselves, like a fire.
Reece May 9
Is the villain just,
A broken, bleeding, hurting,
Human, or not?

Perhaps their pain is,
Justified. But does it clear,
Their slate, leaving crumbs?

Do they feel remorse?
Do they feel any regret, or
Are they too broken?

Listen to their tale,
You do not have to agree.
Show them empathy.
Sometimes the villain is only the villain because of circumstance.
In Burkina Faso
Where the sun shines bright
And the little children play
In the warm sunlight and
The markets and laughter
Fill the air and the people
Are so kind joyful and so sweet
And true beauty across the land and
Their hearts are full of rhythm
And light.
US President Trump Preparing
For War With Burkina Faso🇧🇫
Lord Jesus Christ this man is evil.
God bless the people of
Burkina Faso 🇧🇫
Arcassin B May 1
By Abpoetry & A.r Ivanovich


AB  - This world,
Oh man this world is a comedic catastrophe and too much
agony,
I've brushed away people causing division,
Flowers still grow under my feet praising my kindness,
But my niceness can be mistaken for weakness
even by nice people,
Can't trust too many nice motherfuckas nowadays,
We can now go our separate ways,
**** your advice, and **** your ways,
**** all the people in my past that did me wrong , no price is paid,
Baby rejection is protection,
We were never ever the same,
Self awareness and common sense meets logic,
The human brain can only do so much,
Consciousness electrifying beyond universes,
Thoughts racing into better circumstances,
Better choices,
So be mad when its you I would erase, you are a phase,
Don't betray my trust , it could get ugly,
Make up a sob excuse for what you did, waddle like a little puppy,
This world is a joke and when it ends , it still will begin.


A.R. - There’s a stretch
Of shadow
Standing in
the hallway.
I don’t know how
It got there.
I don’t remember
Opening the door
Or letting anyone
With such a
Cruel grin
Inside my
Heart
To mock me.

There’s a streak
Of shadow
Running the bridge
Of my memories.
Chasing fast,
chasing.
Reminding me.
Reminding.
Not to fall
Ever.

They say it’s best
To expect the harm
From other human beings.
Its yours anyway
If you ignore it.
Your fate, your fault
Your flaw.
No excuse for innocence
Even if we all
Join this world
With it
intrinsic.
**** that.

There’s an obscene
arsenal of barbs
And daggers.
Piled up on the
hardwood floor.
A Battle Royale
In waiting.
But I won’t touch
A single one.
Not even for the shadows.

Cut me down
And I’ll be shorter
But I’ll never be
Anyone but
Me.
Features On my project on my blog : https://arcassin.blogspot.com/p/the-universe-favors-us-now-ep.html?spref=tw
In the shadows of Syria
Where evil whispers every night
Lies a heart filled with evil
And pure hate with a sinister grin
Tgis evil man revels in sin and
His chaos and darkness runs
A muck.
Iraqi government filed the complaint against the terrorist Julani, known as Ahmad al-Sharaa,” who was part of ISIS (Daesh) organizations in Iraqi territory murdering women and children American government have him as the President of Syria. Lord Jesus Christ this is man is evil.
Indulging in the flash, caustic symbolism
No barriers block my path, of hatred guided fury
To escape this mortal life, an underworld destiny
Obsessed seed to mutilate, this religious tyranny

Make them die...
SLOWLY!!

I am called Pariah, bathing in sin
Bring forth the righteous pigs, I shall have their skin
Living for dying, what more can you ask?
My hunger grows stronger, lusting to see
The children of heaven, begging for mercy
I shall make them die, slowly

Die, slowly, now you feel the pain! (The Pain)

Tied down, chained up. locked in place
Cut up. gored out, stabbed in the face
Transfix, crucifix, to Christ you cry
Eyeless, mortified, sacrilegiously putrefied

I have seen through the seven gates
My prophecy of Darkness, killing Christians
And my lust for holy, human flesh
I make them watch their master die
The ******* son, Jesus Christ mordaciously... ...CRUCIFIEDI
When you
Stop handing
Out free money
To countries
They become
Your enemies.
Corrupt every country.
For those I hate
******* hell
Beneath the skin
An open wound
Thirsty for blood
Hunger for flesh
Scattered carnage
Wriggling torsos
Pungent, infested disease
Brain candy for dessert
Vomiting repugnance
To die again
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