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Soul Sojourner:
That's right, I may post some of my poetry or possibly other writing in this thread. I know I had submitted some books in the past with my poetry and a story in one, in the GodSpire Library. Don't recall all of the ones that I did though.

How often I will add some, I don't know. Most of my poetry that I post, which is still not all of it, is at RoD in my writing thread there. However, we have guest viewing off, so posting a link would defeat the purpose. Instead, I may just post some from time to time, but I doubt it will be as full and updated as the one on RoD. If you do want a link, just ask. That is, if you're willing to go through the effort of whipping up an account just to view it. Which isn't hard I guess, lol.

Bah, anyway. Enough of my mindless ranting. The first one I'll post is the one I wrote last night. It's sort of a twist between a rap and a poem, even though I was writing it as a poem. It's also the only poem that I've ever swore in.

Violent Crimes

See how much it matters,
When the blood splatters,
All over the wall,
Transfixed in dubious gall,
Grab a bat, an axe, a chainsaw,
And tear the fucking shit out of the bodies in the hall,
Vengeance, rage, bloody days,
Shooting out blood in sprays,
Mysterious haze of rage,
Spraying blood in furious waves,
Do you see how much it matters?
See how the bodies are battered?
Left plastered and scattered,
Beaten and tattered...
No fucking conscience,
No empathy,
Killing efficiently,
Fuck sympathy.
Breathing their last, bleeding too fast,
Beat them until it's passed, and continue to laugh,
Just listen now,
Listen to the screaming all around,
Listen as the bodies fall down,
Listen to the hearts beating for the last time,
Listen to my symphony, my poetry, my rhymes,
Listen...
Listen to these violent crimes.

By: Ashton K. Osterday
A.K.A. Soul Sojourner

Razor Blade:
maybe to see a shrink wouldn't be a bad idea....

420:
All my poems are about 8-foot-tall smurfs and those weird faces that I constantly see overlaying everything.

-420

Soul Sojourner:
^_^

Desolate

Roses red, from blood they shed, field of bodies, all lie dead.
Killing spree, raging free, the walking dead, laugh gleefully.
Brimstone and bile, corpses pile, as they do, I play for a while.
Grim confessions, dreaded sessions, learning slowly, in secret sections.
Flaming hands, destructive demands, screaming people, throughout the lands.
The Bell's lore, the raven's soar, tides shifting, forever more.
Reaching HeLL, by the Bell, they start to scream, they start to yell.
Sharper blades, malevolent raids, the deck of cards, the four of spades.
Pitch-black, a quick attack, they do not see, the doom is back.
Darkened stone, all alone, fearful of, the great unknown.
Dusty tomb, filled with gloom, the darkest parts, bring us doom.
Dug-up grave, undead slave, bound by darkness, bound by rage.
What was great, they changed too late, forced to die, in twisted fate.
The blood drips, off my lips, as I listen, the record skips.
The song plays, with delays, blissfulness, it betrays.
I say it's done, still they run, they cannot see, there is no sun.
Midnight vow, blinded now, will they see, they don't know how.
Rhythm and rhyme, destruction and crime, it's all done well, within good time.
And with these claws, despite the laws, I tear it down, by all it's flaws.

By: Ashton K. Osterday
A.K.A. Soul Sojourner

Mo:

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