More Poetry i did for school

1. Now she swats backyard butterflies
when she feels like fire in her eyes.

The passion in her loins.
Brews hotter and hotter.
Craving for the touch of some stranger danger.

Forget the dates.
She wants to be raped.
The slut wants to feel some hot seed spurt in her.


2. Their vague features and inconstant touch
are posed like ripples in a pond.

As a rapier strikes through my mind
The hallowed eyes burn through my soul
A sigil-marked avatar of truth.

Questioning.

3. Like the colonies of the empire.
We are but mercenaries for hire.

Lust for battle, we have not.
Doesn’t matter when we’re bought.
We charge into the fray for the highest bidder.

Fight for greed or fight for need.
We slay your children, our own to feed.


4. Even then he was in some ways invisible,
At the wheel, anonymous as a spectre.

The craft held fast against the waves.
Timber strong as a hulk.
Holding the ship fast.

Even through the curse of the albatross the captain stood stoic.
On its eternal ship to nowhere.

5. Maples ignite beneath the black damp fog
Like fireflies in the night.

Marking out the sign of the pentagram.
The light comes forth, cutting through the night.

Raise the master, the lord of flies.
Slay the Christians and hear their cries.


6. She is doing her job,
Like bagging groceries at a store.
Working like a drone in a bee’s hive.

Her humble existence reeks of the mundane.
And she’d actually rather be insane.
Than stuck with the inane.

She longs for her white-clad prince.
Riding forth on a thunderous charger.

But woe betide her, she had to wince.
Raped by her incestuous father.

7. Like a lion cage at feeding time
The crunch of maggots ring through the night.
Leaking from the cunt of the recently departed.

The necrophiliac feasts on his prey.
Under the light of the freezing moon.

Rotting skin and ivory bones
Erect the penis of the wicked predator.
Thrusting forth to meet his urges.
Ruptures the intestines of the victim.

A dead baby.

8. You think you’ve understood
the tone of their sentences – disbelief
or wonder, then resignation –
as if.

Their smiles belie their intentions.
A blindfold hiding truth from your eyes

Fuck your wife.
She’s wasted your life.
All she deserves is the blade of a knife.

Chelsea smile’s what she needs.
Filthy slut, a whore for greed.
On her knees devouring seed.


9. in some grove
some municipal greensward
chewing a leaf
that has left him stoned
as a spaceman in a Hollywood basement.

In his eyes are heavenly constellations.
Spangles of honey stars in milky skies
Brought by Hoffman’s sweet emancipation.

Today must be bicycle day.
He sweetly slips away,
Smiles come to a face ash grey

The train has left the station.

10. It spins like a black hole into oblivion
Living on jacky d’s, marleys and cocaine.
A pitiful life wasted to the wrong religion.

The sinner craves for the sweet touch of Mr. Brownstone.
Curled up, pale and shivering
A cold sweat runs down his spine.
He passes out of a life wasted.

A life barely worth living.

I will Kill you- Cannibal Corpse

Choke on your vomit
You watch your hands cut off
Then your legs

The one that you betrayed
Will kill you this way