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Medusa was an ugly girl, Or so the stories told. Her looks might not have been ideal, But she had a heart of gold.   
There once was a queen Who was very mean Amara was her name Tricks were her game Her tricks were sly And she could fly She was above the rest For no one good best her
Down the rivers, waterfalls, lakes, streams, creeks The waters should be wary of the company that comes close to its mud rich borders Listen close, not to the woods that gives you its greetings
It doesn’t matter if there’s tears All you care about is her  We lie around and wait while your having the time of your life  I wanna leave but I can’t  your all I got  why am I not enough 
Lightening and thundering in the heavens. Aves scatter about in the darkening skies,  in search of refuge. It will rain and the birds foot shall not touch water. The rivers soon to go into unrest.
I am not evil When you looked away for two minutes, I am still the same person I was 2 minutes ago.
You're my sadness,Also my happinessYou're my lover,Also my enemyYou're my laughters,Also my tearsMy God,Also my Satan You're my,Beloved Abraxas.
This world today is a tangled mess of opinions and hate and opinions and wait. Stepping outside is like stepping into a court room except both sides of the room are calling me guilty.
3 years ago, i was sitting in a quiet classroom, in a new building, with unfamiliar faces surrounding me
Burns forests to ash Destroys both good and evil Harbinger of death
From the Heavens, You Have Fallen   Were you leaping across growing mountains? Or swimming in the cytoplasm of a cell? Perhaps you were drinking from the milky way. From the heavens, you fell,
God hired angels To write some books Those books Were called life The angels have to Choosing our destiny Arranging our fates Erasing our dumb choices
When I ponder about life's existence, I have patience rather than vanity In the American experience- USA, with gloat, loses sanity;   Grasping this entire world of disorder,
Cover my eyes so I may see no Evil,Cover my eyes so I may not see you.But your Love keeps me tied to you like some unwanted tether,A Golden Lasso of something I no longer wish to have.
Money is a  necsessary eveil they say it is a means to live a means to survive. But it tears us all apart, turning us into work crazed machines that are at eachothers throats over what?
What do you see when looking at me from afar? Staring at me with those stones in your eye sockets. The lava pours over the top and out my ears.
  I’ve been face to face with the Devil.    I have braved darkness, deep and shallows. Above and beneath the bowls. O! The howls!   I came a long way on this hell road, with my eyes closed,
Upon the lovely, of America’s golden plains, her monuments of past era, made of steel and glass, tempered with the fires of hope; cast cold shadows  over astonishing rage of times.   
The darkness set upon the town, And cold engulfed the lonely streets. No trace of humans left around For they were sleeping 'neath their sheets.   So unaware about the danger
She regretted her decisionWanted to crawl away and disappearBut she had done the unthinkableShe had done an evil deed
Standing lone, in this world turn dark- Looking round, seeing no way out. Realizing life, has been cloaked with doubt. Those you called friends, no longer seem real. Thoughts in your mind, now surreal.
Envy, such a complex and strong concept                              Corrosive acts on man’s society                                         
A scourge of white rats Foul, diseased Intent on destroying everything in their path And the Pied Piper that leads them plays songs of evil They have been waiting... Watching. For years
The horn calls The sky falls The wind blows With the sun aglow The soldiers toiled in their plight The bird on the trees took head and took flight Violence for ages, sun up till sundown
Maybe I want to be evil (the real princesses’ story)    They all see me So perfect, so prissy But mommy I'm evil Don't you forget it
a red feather soars through december air eyes searching and a red nose   lights sparkle beneath as towns as cities   eyes caught at a window a child
Once upon a time, I was a princess I was a beauty who lived in a castle; I sang with the birds, spoke gracious words, But all the while found my stigma a hassle   There was a prince I was supposed to love,
Cinderella, a wench, slopped her way into the castle. “I’m cleaning,” she’d say though the words were a lie.   She listened and learned,
Anger is a roaring lion hunting for its prey Deadly as an attacking Black Widow's bite Soaking up all emotions of joy Ripping apart strong friendships and, Leaving a trail, darkness and destruction.
Once upon a time, love was pure And the bounding of two lovers overfilled the world They sat and wished to the Gods that a baby would become But later down the road after their wish came true
Who is the true villain of the story? Is it the one whoes only thrill, Lies in those whom they kill? Or is "villain" simply a category? Do you ever take time to hear their screams?
Who is the true villain of the story? Is it the one whoes only thrill, Lies in those whom they kill? Or is "villain" simply a category? Do you ever take time to hear their screams?
He was always a sucker for a pretty face They're always a sucker for a pretty face He took me to a place and fed me full of liquor and drugs He watched as I got sick on myself He got me a glass of water
To keep ourselves from going mad, we tell ourselves little lies. "He didn't mean it in that way, it was an accident, it's my fault, he didn't know what he was doing".
In a mall , some big meeting going on, stretched out into multiple rooms, an important person takes their life. Major chaos ensues, fire bombs are thrown into all rooms killing pedestrians.
We worship You The white walls, with marble pillars. These alters we construct on our school grounds. We have sacrificed our kids to be Your gladiators. And you shower us with blessings.
YOU HAVE DONE TOO MUCH  I WISH I CAN FEEL YOU WITH MY TOUCH SO I CAN BEAT YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS SO I CAN MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND ALL THE BAD THINGS YOU HAVE PUT ME IN MAN I HOPE YOU ARE LISTENING
                     When I close my eyes all I see is darkness,                          then I open my eyes all is see is light.                               So, I crawled beneath my bed
What has become of this wretched world? Spiteful jealously, countless wars, Muderous hate killing innocent love Many crimes taken out by two-faced criminals The world, driven to destruction and chaos
I'm really not a good person, Not a good will kinda gal. Around the masses my attitude tends to worsen, But I still make a good pal.     Maybe I'm dark and sarcastic, Perhaps I'm too quiet or loud?
It's mean when people make money from miseryIt's mean when people make money from my miseryIt's mean when people make money from your miseryIt's mean when peopl
I see Snow stick to the hard, brittle grass Twinkling lights reflect off car windows Little boys and girls playing with their toys Cookies stacked on a table set for many people
They Come.Flapping their feathered wings.Mocking me in their bizarre language of squawks and gibberishCircling like vultures above unsuspecting vesselsSearching for scraps. If one brings out food on a boat, They Come. They Come in their vast numbe
Fear's child.   you only know the terrifying gripping fear Pain's child.   the deep and winding scars are your identity  Hate's child.  the red hot anger is what makes you feel complete 
NOTE: Inspired by/taken from quotes of modern, pop-culture villains.   If you think you’re safe, you’re wrong (an ant has no quarrel with a boot).  I will burn you, I will burn the heart out of you;
Broken wings Shattered piece of mind Trapped on Earth Unending time No way back No way home Surrounded by evil No place to roam Good is evil And evil is here
Life is a journey through the woods And I’m stuck in a bitter-sweet loop Many times, I’ve sworn I’ll change, but
Corruption, Corruption everywhere Want to know more, just ask the Blairs Not in power anymore, still alot to answer for. IRAQ WAR !
I've got the scars on my heart to prove my pain After this I will never be the same You say I only have me to blame But you, the liar, should feel ashamed I've got scars on my heart to to show why I cry
How to avoid getting burned If the flames feel so good From righteousness I have turned Eating the forbidden fruit   Immortality is my wish
"You Motherfucker" She said as she let the darkness within her That she suppressed and kept hidden for so long, awaken. Rendering him powerless  with every word she spoke.
  Here in the garden, kaleidoscopic. Here where I took and ate, saccharine. Here she was born.   Let me go  Please stop it.    My veins crepuscule. Eyes dark  Lips dark
A blanket of time covers our eyes. Fire rains down from the sky and water grows from salt. We have shifted. Fallen. Fast and deep into nothing save for imaginary realities.
Gen’rally, as pirates go There’s something that you ought to know If you’re looking for some friendly sands, Don’t winter down at Ireland   There’s a Scottish Scourge, by name MacCaddock 
The shadows of horsemen on leather steeds draw near; With the sounds of gallops in the heavy thick fog; These faceless reins have come to ride you into an unknown fear; Out in the distance, cries and screams fade away; There is no noise to hear, b
I am the truth
Cheerleaders are too perky, 
I make violence look good. I wonder who's more evil. Shall I say I'm the queen of death?  My heart has barb wire around it.  Your life was just a blank canvas until I made art out of it.
You're a devil. You're a menace. No more love for you is your penance. You're irrational. You're belligerent. How stupid was I to think you were different?  
Every memory fading, One by one. Every bridge burning, One by one. I took every breath, One by one.     I will never be free from this hate. 
White wings, golden paths to evil Love extricated from retrieval  Hearts of boilng ice, frozen fire
Pink, Fluffy, Swirled world.   What shall we call this, This creation? A sunset.   It's wonderful, Some could say, Perfect.   Far from it dear,
People always wonder why the greatest & most loved people leave us. We are all flowers in a beautiful a garden. Some of us more beautiful than others, whether it be because of our actions, or simply our hearts of gold.
When you're left alone
To have, Two halves of a family, Things can become as torn as they are worded. Through longing and disappointment, I would never want any of them to be unhappy. Through the half that makes me feel at home,
"The old Fussbudget has croaked," cooed the Advisor heavily cloaked. At once feel the eclipse of mind; a cleft between chaos and truth starts to unwind. No disavowal of Death's abrasive touch
You know my name and claim to know my soul, That wickedness shows plainly in the face, Yet wicked parts do not comprise a whole. There’re secrets hidden in the empty space. Is it indeed the contents of a heart,
A fear that cannot be tamed An evil that cannot be forsaken A scream that cannot be heard   These are the demons Who haunt us every day Who taunt the sanctity of salvation
I see the colors of black and white
She stood by the sea, Trying to breath.
Life and its troubles are changing with each passing day the world’s Pain is severe and unending and can lead the strongest-willed astray   But a bigger part of the soul,
                           FREEDOM
A Day He Waits for Fateful Night's Delight
My mind is suspended in a void where light and dark are too crude a concept to bear. My dreams are vivid depictions of candles and circles of mortals who chant my name. I stand without form before them, reaching out to cut their throats.
The screaming has ceased
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE GREATEST PEOPLE THOUGHT YOU WERE THE FAKIEST THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE POWERLESS COWARD LESS BRAVE NESS YOUR CHEST FEELS LIKE ITS ABOUT TO CAVE IN THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE PRETTIEST THE...
Snickety diddle I am I am I am the devil I dig ditch-deep drilling holes in souls They say I'm sour but this simply isn't true I'm sweeter than sugar from the cane I plant cavities in their hearts
My eyes. My evil eyes. The eyes of a liar, a murderer, a thief. They only perceive pain, sadness, hatred. Why won't they see the happiness that occurs daily? Because my eyes,
  Confidently unthinking I walked into the shadows  I thought I was Lolita, hardly, really I was callow
Fear is a source of vengenance Powering all to ingnite in its glory We are weak and fall frail  We allow this to overcome our thoughts  Making us into something we never even imagined.  
I remember flicking my bedroom light off and dashing to my bed for cover. You see, there was this monster under my bed, but he could only get me in the dark.  And the means of safety was laying in my bed.
Lazy days and dogs that won't stir, I hope you're happy I hope that you're Sincerly relaxed and seriously invested In the ethical victories over those you've bested.  
Finding no way to elaborate,
Peace cannot be found here Only oblivion is final peace Demons are everywhere here
There’s something in my eye, It just makes me want to cry, Something’s in this country, Make me wish I was blind.   Death wants to rule us, Despair wants end us, Evil wants to distract us,
Once, I saw a white rose
There's a monster. It doesn't live under my bed, Or make the floorboards creak at night. It doesn't tap at the window, Or make eerie sounds. It doesn't cast shadows on the wall, Or grope at my throat.
Oh Mistress of Evil, why are you so wicked?Why is your heart like a stone?Does your quest for evil make you happy?Why does the suffering of others please you?
Fairies, Flying high, Twinkling, twirling, and teasing.   These tricksters know what they’re doing They like to fool you And they will.   Laughing as you give them what they want,
  They Come at Dawn             Groaning, screeching, yelling             They jolt the boards             Clawing like savage beasts
  They Come at Dawn             Groaning, screeching, yelling             They jolt the boards             Clawing like savage beasts
The swirling winds that-  twist the midnight sky. The stars luminesce the night. Like angels- descending from above, defending the holy town  from the shadows of evil that lurk.
A perfect picture of one’s life A perfect answer to one’s crime.  
violent lashes result from smokeless actions, he was attracted to the sight of pain with the haymakers you rain to reign through fear, you care less who's
  I have been given the power to change.  To change anything I want. The word itself summons up clever ideas, yet it is simply harder to choose only one thing to change.
A savage beast it is, Crawling through the darkest realms  This heart is an abyss, Disguised by rotting, barren elms   Tear through broken glass, You've nothing to behold
If I could change one thing What would it be? I’d have to change everything I knew that was the key  
Turn. Look my way. “Oh what an angel!” she exclaims And how wonderful it is That our paths have crossed today. I quickly entice her With my sweet voice wobbling delicately.
In the blackest of the night, It glides through the overgrown grassand threw the sewers under the city streets.It swallows the minds of innocents.It rips into the lost souls.
The incident happened, but nothing remains The silent night riddles with mystery Leaves blowing following unknown paths only to later settle in the wet murky puddle left behind by the rain  
There once was a world that was darkBut in one girl there was a small light.This girl was able to leave a mark
How does he construe these thoughts that make him act in heinous ways Ways that few would dare to dream for the fear of dark reality How does he acquire his weapons of greif and pain and evil
I am a character in a story of my own I’ve at long length known what I was written to say That I am the villain, I’ve always known   For so long I’ve obediently done what was shown
  I was a lover, when I was found,
There once was an old woman who lived down my street.
Black atmosphere, purple park on fire my flesh desired Black spiked hair with a bruised face stepping, grass crunching, heart race
Did you come across the weary hunter? Seemingly harmless hungers in silence.   But just who is this weary hunter? Unsatisfied, unstoppable, and intangible
           Her bloodshot eyes closed for good. In her final moments she let out one more helpless whimper, to say goodbye to a world that made her life complete, but also to curse the wicked that ruined it.
Walking the halls Is harder than you think Losing friends Can happen in a blink   Having stress And feeling depressed Are all the things I'm trying to express  
This poem is an insight on the compromise of society's morals, and how we are rapidly discouraging the exploration of spirituality while encouraging materialism.   Plastic brains are statistic,
Every dog will have his day At least that is what they say But this often isn't true Those most deserving are neglected what they are due No good deed goes unrewarded
I come to school ready to learn wishing this day could be adjourned, I'm tired from the day before, a long workout which left me sore. My teacher is here, why not a sub? She aggravates us all, treats us like scrubs.
Creeping from the depths of its evil thrown, A disease, uncontrolled, Leaving its victims all alone, Never sleeping, Hears the weeping, Of those he mangles in a dark unknown.  
In Evils Reign In the darkest hour, Evil peers from his tower, Looking for his prey That he will conquer today. His breath stinks of sour Souls that he will devour, A faceless demon made
Innocence gone
Sly glittering eyes Feathers all around More cunning than wise Being without sound   Hunter in disguise Blue fire eternal
My inner demons are dark and vast, Some live in the present, some in the past. You can only hide them for so long, But they always peak their head, From the trapped doors in my memories,
Like a high tide,I drown in you.You suffocate me.I can't escape your grip.I begand pleadfor the painto terminate.For the humilationto vanish.And you show meno mercy.
You can catch a fellow on his phone But you can't catch the glares and our outspoken growns Your forehead wrinkles represent a roaring see The most annoying roar that tortures me.
In the beginning this land was calm and peacful. Harmoniously it co-existed with the world surrounding it. Neighboring lands though, tainted by evil, began invading our own;
I'm completely amazed I mean how could i forget your warm touch, your deep enchanting gaze How we would would talk for hours and never get tired The way we were meant for each other Like we were wired
Things come and change The Darkness will comfort you Do not fret Do not cry All you have to do is call one guy.   Speak of the Devil, And the Devil shall appear.
ahead was two paths, 'the path of good and evil' as they say, but my choice was not that simple, to live in misery with a soul and be in pain daily, or to live without a soul and feel no pain,
  People living, people dying People working, people twerking People love the way you lie Hot dog, baseball, apple pie Cell phone, iPhone, 3-4G
Late lonely nights I wander aimlessly in the thick, suffocating darkness that dances in envy around the glistening liquid moonlight
"We are human,  therefore we are vile,  disgusting creatures.  We are human,  We hate,  We kill,  and slander for  Ridiculous causes.  We are human,  Self-absorbed, and 
There was something in the mirror, When I looked into it today, Something else in the mirror, What it was, I shouldn't say. I only caught a glimpse of it As I was passing by,
                                                               Sinner are lairs who sweetly Roll a golden red apple into the world. Like bombs they go off boom boom
She stares in darkness her smile twisted her eyes blackened Who is this demon? Tears of blood fall she screams in pain oh God, my sweet God Where are you now? Kiss my stained lips
Here me here me ole trouble one Thrill and passion is what you desire, And your wants unquenchable as fire. Allow me to give you what you seek For it is from your heart I do speak.  
dear true lovers, my steps shall nevercease to follow thejoined padding of yours.
Bring out the blades, we're ready to go in the night, in the day, in the storm the enemy is all around, his darkness masked as light you'll see him only if you look, just like the Father, bright
People have intentions that are not always bright. They make bad decisions that never turn out right. People do not share what they truly feel within, But deep inside their mind awaits their evil sin.
War is declared On all of you, who hurt Others; leaving none spared. You seem to use all effort To leave them despaired And, lacking comfort.
Rise Above By Brandon Motter
I am alive in my room Where there are two windows One right, one left The right one is painted white, layered with curtains of daffodils The left window is clean and clear, framed in black porcelain
What will we do on this darkest day, When the world just looks then turns away? Will we cry out in anger or cower in fear? Will we forsake the ones we hold most dear?
I am a monster. A menace to all who know me. I am viewed not only as a danger to others but also to myself. I am selfish and selfless. Evil and protective. I am passionate and cold.
Dark is my soul. Cold is my heart. I built up these walls to shut everyone out. Not for myself, but for everyone else. I’ve done terrible things in the past, And more will be done, I am sure,
We're so tired of this world and all its' evil, Tired of the horrible and fake people Tired of the murder, the lies, and all the pain, Tired of the bullying, the cheating, the earthly ways
What if the harmony of saints and sinners / Broke in moments o’er passing of bread? / Temporal and shallow, this generation envisage / Martyrdom, not white but red /
There is a monster that inhabits the Earth. It started out alone but began to multiply. It is not gruesome in appearance But seems to inhabit a different shape with each multiplication.
Government—take to court the injustices all about; Find not a solution, so at thy enemies flout: With thy sovereign voice shout down the other man And send to war the Poor, the slaves from your clan;
This is the poem that creeps in the shadows of your mind that holds back its tears because it sees what you see because it sees what you don't
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