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Message to the AbsorbedMessage to the Absorbed
By John Temple
No more! No more I will shout to you! No more shall my words be squandered for the simple treat of your interest: and no more shall I strive to achieve your acknowledgement. Shunted and shadowed by your spotted and inconstant correlation to society: under the monolith that is your obsession, and behind the walls of your reckless procreation!
It is ignorant, and childish: your mindless affinity for these trivial and ridiculous games, how oft do you even chance the game of life? How oft do you think in that vapid intercourse that is your fractured train of thought, and consider the lives of those around you: and how often does it dissolve at the midst of your progression in pseudo-rank!?
You shall hear no more of my trials, or of my day: and if you ask again, I shall not say.
By John Temple
His heart had faded day and night,
In his hopeless abode;
The world emits a vista so blight
Over all of the years below.
The levee of the sky has lastly broken,
His despondent stars ablaze;
Releasing thus dread left unspoken,
And the misery he lives all his days!
Resonance of InsectsResonance of Insects
By John Temple
Within the stone walled dwelling
Set forth the sound,
Of screaming insects telling
Strangest words profound;
In the wake of black river skies,
The world gives sway;
Sinking in the strident cries,
Of Azif and dismay;
And woe to the man who adheres to what insects will say.
In the amber fields growing
Far from the city walls,
The field of insects moaning,
Before the moon falls;
In the coverlet of innocence
As the nightly begins to bend,
Humanity slept with ignorance
"Sleep well to the bitter end."
And beyond the rose garden ground, rising smoke of death surround.
In those hours before the dawn
Upon their faces cinder,
Open mouths scream of a new eon
The spark of September;
Sweet melodies of horror crescendo
Anthem of the Abyss;
As Azif comes with nightmarish innuendo
Obscured in winter mist;
It is this dream th
Orange You Glad
Let me tell you the story,
of how my life turned into a living hell of horror and worry.
If I had my way, I would have stopped all this.
I’d have grabbed a time machine and stopped all this mess.
But I didn’t, you see.
And you’ll see I had every reason to worry.
You better be ready for your skin to turn pale,
as this is most definitely not a pretty tale.
As the sun rose beginning the day,
I went out to work and Applebloom went to play.
After I bucked about 5 Apple trees,
I sniffed the smell of tangy Tangerines.
I gazed over the fence and across the road,
and found a new farm along with a seemingly friendly abode.
I met the owner named Tangerine Dream, a pony who was not too honest.
She told me, her customers, and even her visitors, that the fruit she produced was not Tangerines, but Oranges.
I had a private chat with her; “There’s clearly a difference, can’t you see?
There's no point in lying to everypony."
So, it seemed that I had a new rival.
InsanityThey drank the blood, and made the pledge.
They drove their reason to the edge,
And when they fled out the back door
There was one less than fled before.
Every night they returned revived
And behind the walls madness thrived.
And every morn, at break of day
One less than before ran away.
Their numbers dwindled, and at last
When many tired nights had passed,
Only one stood under the sky.
He dressed in black, ready to die.
He turned the key and stepped inside,
And locked it, one last sin to hide.
He danced around the unlit halls
Past the gore dripping down the walls.
The sun was just behind the hill
When he took a knife, his blood to spill
And collapsed against the back door.
None were left to flee anymore.
ShockWave's things to kidsOh little kids come to my house.Where there is fun and games here,but your parents is not near.They will start to cry because you never got to say goodbye.You walk down my hall and there is no one but you at all.You are then consumed by darkness the further you go in.You hope that this is over hearing your parents say ''where have you bin''.I'm afraid thats not gonna happen my friend you will be with me until the end.You soon come to a room with other kids playing around but will soon be found.After the time has past you want to go home,but soon find out you're now locked in a my dome.There is no way out and you cry and weep because you have nothing left to eat,but one way or another you will soon start to dine on each other.All is consumed there is one left.Oh little boy dont you see you will be with me....oh whats this you're about to cry dont worry everything I said was a lie.Oh you are crying like a baby should I eat you...hmm maybe.It turned into a nice weep shh its okay just go t
Never Loved (Creepypasta) (Dark Night Saga)
I was just a 5 year old, a shy one at best. I had a fear of most everything. One shady night, I was sittng in the best place, under my bed, my older sis came up to me, with a game and a GBA, with Pokemon Ruby. "Here! A game! It's was once someone else's." She told me with a sweet looking smile, I came up. "I knew you'll be playing it more then hide under you bed." She said as she turned her head and looked at my bed and then gave me the GBA with the game inside. "Will it bite?" I said. "Nope!"
I turned on the game, the tite screen spooked me. But I was just nomal. I ran to my sis's room. "SIS! THIS GAME IS EVIL!" I yelled! She looked at the screen. She giggled. "This is nomal! I'll get my new copy, I got it with your game! I'll play with you!"
We both made files and picked the best looking pokemon. "Sis, what will be best for me, so it'll save me if I'm about to die?" My sis turned over to her pokemon poster. Then she pointed her pinkie to one of the pokemon. "I think a blaziken
BFG 9-YandereRoses are red,
Violets are blue.
I've got the BFG 9000,
Now I must end you.
You said Hi to my love,
Tried to steal her away.
When you see me,
You'll wish you were gay.
Every night you played Doom,
But now you will feel
Absolute horror when you see
That your favorite gun is real.
You went home one night,
And bellowed like a moose
When you saw your parents
Turned to puddles of red juice
The smell of melting flesh,
It fills the air.
I'm CoMiNg FoR yOu...
You know I broke in.
The question is, how?
But that doesn't matter,
i'M bEhInD yOu RiGhT nOw.
You turned around,
And saw my face.
You knew that I
Turned your parents into paste.
Today's the last day
You will ever see the sun,
Because now I'm the one
With the Big Fucking Gun!
I charged my weapon
And let the trigger go.
It was worth using up
The last of my ammo.
Ending his life
Did have its perks.
His house exploding
Made awesome fireworks!
I just hope Janey-Chan
Can see them from here,
And that she knows
She has no
Search in the NightDown the dark dismal highway they ride.
Their lights are sweeping from side to side,
Flickering through the hundreds of trees,
Past branches protesting in the breeze.
Into the shadows, beaming lights pry,
Piercing far sharper than human eye.
Deep in the forest, the searchlights stare
At the dark tales of nature laid bare.
Are they after some hidden crime?
A convict who wouldn’t do his time?
Some murderer, perhaps, ran away
To spill more blood before break of day.
Maybe a girl couldn’t stand her life
And took off into the woods with a knife.
A stranger was seen with her last night.
A coincidence? Who knows what’s right?
More could be thought, and some could be true.
Tomorrow it might be in the news -
The main details, but not the rest.
Some of the secrets cannot be guessed.
the punishment of the wicked father.Who is the worst of all sinners?
Is it the monsters and demons.
No but they are the sins,
of their father.
The father of all monsters,
is a loving man.
But yet he is the most wicked beast,
why you ask?
Because he brought the monsters to existence,
he lost control and was forced to watch.
Forced to watch his creations kill and torture,
he cries for there death every day.
Is it right to punish the clock smith,
for creating a faulty pocket watch.
No but he let them be wicked,
he didn’t punishe his creations.
but you see, he loved his creations.
as if they were children of his owne.
He cries for them.
Since they lack the souls to feel.
He asks “why did they have to lose their souls”
he cries, as his creations destroy the guards.
Who keep them from their loving father,
he wishes for them to feel again.
So what is the best punishment for the worst sinner?
No cage will keep the monsters from him,
executing him will cause the monsters to frenzy.
No he already is punished
El SalosHere under Raphael
A word spoken to the Dude!
Come near, near, I dare you
Those arouse trouble closer
The house of thieves
No mercy they don't believe
Horror anarchy fear of society
Run away with the Devil
I am Black Salos
The name of Lord Disraeli
Marquess of the Evil Lands
Don't you pass - keep out! keep out!
My words will not pass
12.03.12 (c) [PMFP.]
LUPUS NIGER PUBLISHING.
Once Upon a Timeonce upon a time in a place that never was, a dead man walked as the black cat talked.
once upon a time in a place that you never thought was there, some one is being mauled by a bear.
once upon a time in a book to bloody to write, he came upon a woman who wasn't too bright.
once upon a time in a time that never will be he said good bye and left her to die.
once upon a time in a place that you do not belong a little girl found a cottage where only the dead belonged.
once upon a time when no one cared a little girl died.
once upon a time theses fairy tails were meant for children,k but really they're really about death and evil things
Muffin manMuffin Man
I pray that my name is never found
Shadowed under this brooding ground,
In tempest of lost sight and sound,
What the ignorant share;
In this oblivion, I see the world break,
The oceans dry, and the mountains quake,
Dark tremors that beget dead awake,
To see the ominous flare.
Now as the tide comes never trodden,
Carrying souls dreams and forgotten,
Through a coppice of bone-trees rotten,
I feel all that there is to see;
Where the dead were once dreaming,
Where the living once stood screaming,
All in my ears there madness is beating
As I am carried to sea.
Witness now my madness dreaming,
Of worlds apart, so beautiful seeming,
The endless rhyme with children singing,
As we know that children can;
You will know my legend after the rain,
Hath exposed the world that I stain,
With sweetness the innocent exclaim,
Do you know the muffin man?
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