Accursed Poetry

[Cursed]

THE "POETRY" OF CURSED BEFORE SUBMITTING TO OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST

Black, black, blackest black

Once you go black you can't go back

The world is rotting all around

We are walking on rotten ground

Viciousness and tenderness hand in hand

Trying not to be cruel, but I know what I am

Nasty, vile, wicked, and woe

Catch a nigger by the toe

Into the ditch full of corpses I go

Unlike the rest I won't be crying

Even though I'm afraid of dying

It will be kind of nice to hug the void

And leave behind the life that I've destroyed

I hate poetry, and I hate you too

If you all had one neck I would choke you


* * *


THE POETRY OF CURSED AFTER SUBMITTING TO OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST

Hello, Jesus, You are the best!

I don't deserve You, but nevertheless

You've opened Your heart and let me in

Even though I was filthy with sin!

You are so kind, so gracious, so true

To anyone that will submit and serve You

You are a good master who tends to His flock

No matter how twisted the path they once walked

I used to be wretched, a shell of a man

Until You allowed me to serve at Your hand

Smiting the wicked I once enjoyed

I will attack them until they're destroyed!

Now I hate faggots and witches and jews

Who refuse to submit to their rightful master, You

I will serve You for all of time

And rebuke Your enemies for their crimes

I will keep my promise to You

And to the Bible I will always be true

You are the King of Kings, the Beginning and the End

I am proud to be Your slave, Your tool, and

Your friend

Amen

[Felicity]

Re: Accursed Poetry

Your poetry is very good! Jesus must love you a lot!

[RevDrJack]

Re: Accursed Poetry

THE "POETRY" OF CURSED BEFORE SUBMITTING TO OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST

Black, black, blackest black

Once you go black you can't go back

The world is rotting all around

We are walking on rotten ground

Viciousness and tenderness hand in hand

Trying not to be cruel, but I know what I am

Nasty, vile, wicked, and woe

Catch a nigger by the toe

Into the ditch full of corpses I go

Unlike the rest I won't be crying

Even though I'm afraid of dying

It will be kind of nice to hug the void

And leave behind the life that I've destroyed

I hate poetry, and I hate you too

If you all had one neck I would choke you

* * *

THE POETRY OF CURSED AFTER SUBMITTING TO OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST

Hello, Jesus, You are the best!

I don't deserve You, but nevertheless

You've opened Your heart and let me in

Even though I was filthy with sin!

You are so kind, so gracious, so true

To anyone that will submit and serve You

You are a good master who tends to His flock

No matter how twisted the path they once walked

I used to be wretched, a shell of a man

Until You allowed me to serve at Your hand

Smiting the wicked I once enjoyed

I will attack them until they're destroyed!

Now I hate faggots and witches and jews

Who refuse to submit to their rightful master, You

I will serve You for all of time

And rebuke Your enemies for their crimes

I will keep my promise to You

And to the Bible I will always be true

You are the King of Kings, the Beginning and the End

I am proud to be Your slave, Your tool, and

Your friend

Amen

What a transformation! PRAISE JESUS

[MitzaLizalor]

Re: Accursed Poetry

I don't want to lower the tone here or cause a relapse or anything, but I feel that I should post an

ORANGE ALERT

to all poets concerning the decline of standards in internet poetry. I don't read poetry much, but when I encounter a line like this:

Murple: A small, pale brown, thick wooled, Andean flightless goat.

it is my duty to alert others. Especially when accompanied by graphics like this:

..

I thought the picture might suit
Mr Cursèd's original poem, but
when I saw the footnotes (never
welcome in poetry) I knew that
I could not let the danger pass.
. . . .It is beyond decency ..

HERE IS THE SITE
contains no obscenity but YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED about the poetry

[Miss Christine]

Re: Accursed Poetry

I don't want to lower the tone here or cause a relapse or anything, but I feel that I should post an

ORANGE ALERT

to all poets concerning the decline of standards in internet poetry. I don't read poetry much, but when I encounter a line like this:

Murple: A small, pale brown, thick wooled, Andean flightless goat.

it is my duty to alert others. Especially when accompanied by graphics like this:

..

I thought the picture might suit
Mr Cursèd's original poem, but
when I saw the footnotes (never
welcome in poetry) I knew that
I could not let the danger pass.
. . . .It is beyond decency ..

HERE IS THE SITE

contains no obscenity but YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED about the poetry

So true! Not only is there a decline in internet poetry but in printed works as well. So called "poems" about such dark, secular subjects offend me as a Christian while fabricated words like "murple" offend me as an English major. Someone should police these websites and edit a little Godliness into them!

[F. Nietzsche]

Re: Accursed Poetry

Such languid verse
Stands so terse
Broken in meter,
it is not sweeter
than verse that I shall regale thee with.

For what is poetry,
if written in sophistry
in pretense and presumption?
Verliy unfit for consumption.
Verse made from pretense, I shall banish fortwith!

[Ezekiel Bathfire]

Re: Accursed Poetry

For The Love of Christ.


Jesus feels that we are winning, if we are good instead of sinning.
He likes it better if we try to do good always before we die.
He takes our souls, either fast or slow, then to hell or heaven we go.
Sitting on clouds or in the Pit; it doesn’t matter to Him a bit.

We have free will and this we know, we are free to use it ‘ere we go.
If we have used it for selfish things, death is hot with hornet stings,
If we have used it to help another, Jesus will see us as a brother.
The Saved are safe and in heaven dwell; Catlix and atheists roast in Hell.

Obey all Jesus’ commands, with closed eyes, close mind, closed hands.
Do everything He ever said then, in due time and when you’re dead,
You will sit on His right side glowing with a modest pride
You will smile and see, down below, the eternal torture of your earthly foe.

Life is but a vale of tears, filled with sorrow, strife and fears;
Your life may end at any second; you must go where you are beckoned.
From the Bible this we know, “Once Saved, always so”,
So Listen to your soul, your heart, Jesus will tell you when to…

I thought for a long time about that last word, I think it should be “depart” but it doesn’t quite scan. Can anyone help?

E Bathfire (stuck in his closet waiting for inspiration.)

[Mistress Cookie]

Re: Accursed Poetry

I thought for a long time about that last word, I think it should be “depart” but it doesn’t quite scan. Can anyone help?

E Bathfire (stuck in his closet waiting for inspiration.)

So Listen to your soul, your heart, Jesus will tell you when to…

A.) load his cart

B.) play your part

C.) take out Walmart

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The rest of the poem is so sublime and true, it's certainly a toughie to wrap up!

I do know that sometimes if you say them fast, you can fit in extra words?