When i had noticed that imopstercels like @ryhan started to steal my poems i decided to publish my poetical greatest hits. If people steal your poems they , - definitely - love it.
It is over
Oh how i wish of how i long
For new born life, but i belong
To morbid fate to Realm of sorrow
Where is the night without tommorow.
it doesnt matter when we die,
It matters not how much we try,
To overcome, improve, and max,
We are entraped. The world just sucks.
Mogs Me
The beauitifull nights mog me,
and moon and stars do the same,
And summer days and cloudy fog
behind the window of my basement
mog me.
And the future and the past that would never be mine mog me to oblivion.
A mirror mogs me to a grave.
What doesnt mog you make you an incel;
Undead, the paradox, the destroyer of what mogs you.
The rage of cain
In memory of E.R.
I came into this world for its demise,
Rage of doomsday in my eyes.
No mercy from my clan of violence,
Death to fucking homo sapience.
Human,
Your the pure abomination,
You are the bastard of creation
Wich shall be dead and soon be forgoten.
Be curse the day when you were begotten.
Your ways despised by beasts and gods.
Your race of ugly stinky rats
Will die in agony and fear
By hands of those whom you did not hear.
We are generation of sorrow and pain.
We are the nemesis, descendants of Cain.
We came to judge your numerous crimes
Wich hardly possible verse into rhymes;
Too many to count, too grave to forgive.
It is time for a venngence, it is time for a grieve.
The Rusty Horses
I've seen the rusty carousel
In an abandoned park.
Under the foggy heavy spell
Of autumn it laid dark.
There is no one,
Not even me,
The silence has gone
To the surreal spree
Of ghosts of dreams of my memories;
The slaves of my fate's vagaries.
But now, oh God, i have to ride
Those rusty horses into night
Liberation through Suicide
Self destructive final burst
Satisfies my sacred thirst
For withdrowal from existence,
Suicide is my resistence.
When death camp is all around
Better cure can not be found,
Fuck your age of dark enlightenment
Heil to funeral confinement
Death mogs life and living too
Means of death are impromptu.
Shove your laws into your ass,
Inceldom fucks ruling class.
Extra/ Fan video
It is over
Oh how i wish of how i long
For new born life, but i belong
To morbid fate to Realm of sorrow
Where is the night without tommorow.
it doesnt matter when we die,
It matters not how much we try,
To overcome, improve, and max,
We are entraped. The world just sucks.
Mogs Me
The beauitifull nights mog me,
and moon and stars do the same,
And summer days and cloudy fog
behind the window of my basement
mog me.
And the future and the past that would never be mine mog me to oblivion.
A mirror mogs me to a grave.
What doesnt mog you make you an incel;
Undead, the paradox, the destroyer of what mogs you.
The rage of cain
In memory of E.R.
I came into this world for its demise,
Rage of doomsday in my eyes.
No mercy from my clan of violence,
Death to fucking homo sapience.
Human,
Your the pure abomination,
You are the bastard of creation
Wich shall be dead and soon be forgoten.
Be curse the day when you were begotten.
Your ways despised by beasts and gods.
Your race of ugly stinky rats
Will die in agony and fear
By hands of those whom you did not hear.
We are generation of sorrow and pain.
We are the nemesis, descendants of Cain.
We came to judge your numerous crimes
Wich hardly possible verse into rhymes;
Too many to count, too grave to forgive.
It is time for a venngence, it is time for a grieve.
The Rusty Horses
I've seen the rusty carousel
In an abandoned park.
Under the foggy heavy spell
Of autumn it laid dark.
There is no one,
Not even me,
The silence has gone
To the surreal spree
Of ghosts of dreams of my memories;
The slaves of my fate's vagaries.
But now, oh God, i have to ride
Those rusty horses into night
Liberation through Suicide
Self destructive final burst
Satisfies my sacred thirst
For withdrowal from existence,
Suicide is my resistence.
When death camp is all around
Better cure can not be found,
Fuck your age of dark enlightenment
Heil to funeral confinement
Death mogs life and living too
Means of death are impromptu.
Shove your laws into your ass,
Inceldom fucks ruling class.
Extra/ Fan video
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