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The Mad Rantings of a Delusional Poet again

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These damn beasties are screaming to be heard- they may not give you great poetry but they do have attitude...

BeaSTiE bAbiEs #3

When a beastie mates it salivates;
its demons blood of goo and mud
It squeaks, it squeals, it howls, it reeks
from passion dripping off its cheeks
It groans, it moans, it eats its bones
As its fangs rip and sink in its beastie stink

Beastie Babies crawl about
Beastie Babies sing and shout
Mommies lost and Daddies gone
Damned We Be! Alone We Suffer!
How can one scold us when no one will hold us?

When a beastie cries the child within dies
Darkness creeps in with nothing but sin
Malice takes hold; the heart turns ice cold
Humanity suffers as hell’s troops grow strong
For heaven abandoned the damned and its children
To wander the world with their hate made by fate

Beastie Mommies howl in anger and pain
Beastie Daddies show disgust and distain
Unsanctified unions brings lust and confusion
What need for a baby they just cause us more shame
How can one judge us when no one will love us?

When a beastie prays it’s for the end of all days
Total annihilation will bring relief and cessation
For only in death will peace finally come
But Death in ITS Wisdom will make them live on forever
For they are ITS children without hope or a home
And though they’re forgotten, cursed, damned and alone

Humanity Needs Them to Show Which Road Leads To Hell

Beastie Treat #4

We like the taste of your button toed feet
They smell delicious and pungently sweet
Your legs are as soft as a summer night’s rain
It amuses us so; to hear you scream in such pain
How dare you think us as cannibals!
Like some sick vicious and sadistic animals
Was it not you who had dreams of the dead?
Did you not willingly lie upon our stained crimson bed?
What did you think we would do-?
groan and grunt together and be one with you?
But in our own way that’s what we intend to do
To eat every last little bit of you
For GOD has given you to legion and mE-
and a human beastie you so shall forever be

In hell you’ll pay
In hell you’ll stay
Never again in light you’ll be
Only horror will you ever see
Damned you are, damned you’ll be
Damned forever and eternity

my warmest
a little beastie pest


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