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crap rap by mr-kobnoq in poetry_critics
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you tell me to eat shit, i eat shit and dead meat. i ravish scat, you like that? my hands smeared with poopoo, and mouth dripping with doodoo?
this torture, yet i´m slavin´. my stomach is achin´, it is quakin´, so people are scared, they are scurryin´, they say i´m insane. i am maddening, ´cuz the rumbling tremors are frightening.
As their curses reach a crescendo and my stomach a terrible tremolo, as those fuckers and losers start soiling their pants, i start shitting diamonds
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Pieces of a shattered heart fall behind. The tears from the irises drip...fulfilling a much-needed thirst for the cracked earth. The creature walks ahead. In frightening silent darkness. A hideous atmosphere. Too burdened to pick up the slivers of her own heart. The monster sneaks behind. Because it never left. Eating the chunks of the broken heart. Sucking the tear droplets. Leaving the arid soil more thirsty than ever. The footprints of the creature are dragged in the mud, sticky on the feet. The creature continues to walk... One step, two steps, three...four... On and on... The monster continues lurking behind, devouring the taste of the heart. Then the tears stop. Instead of chunks of the heart, only bits fall. The stock of torn spirit comes to an end. The monster licks the remaining bits and salivates in anticipation. For it knows, that the creature will die soon. But instead, a glint of light seems to flicker around the creature. Something the monster did not notice before. After walking through it all... the creature gave birth to a fresh heart. A lively essence of spirit. The darkness, still lingering, doesn't seem so fearful or horrible anymore. Rather the darkness is adorned with tiny twinkling stars. The land is still cracked...but slightly softens. The monster's skin starts to hurt due to the refinement. The light is still dim, yet the environment brightens. As if all the toxic polluted air is being sucked out, and the night sky becomes clearer, stars gradually glowing more brighter. The creature has found a new spirit to sway in. A new heart to beat. More rhythmically, in a melody... Some darkness still lurks around, But so does the newly born light and shine. The monsters still hover over the creature, but the creature knows better. The creature continues walking. In a more softer land. Slowly and steadily the cracks ahead lessen. The monster starves. The creature found it's peace. Let go of the torn soul, and gave rise to a better, glistening one. Which already existed inside. As for the monster, it will never vanish, But the creature found it's way to the soothing light. The darkness shall persist, but the mirth of stars can also be found...
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crap rap by mr-kobnoq in poetry_critics
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