THE GIANT PEN ANTHOLOGY-Gory Tales Of Yore

THE GIANT PEN ANTHOLOGY
GORY TALES OF YORE

My hands are filled of blood
That God shouted “Oh my God!
The past is piercing the present-
For the past had no Saint.
We are all part of the cause
Behind the curse in this course.
©JUDAISKY CARES®
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I was once live like a whore
I’m filled with memories of yore.
My hormones was always on fire,
Ready to get what I desire,
Not knowing I was pricing death,
After I spent fortune for wealth.
©THE GREAT POET®
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This is not a tour
But surely it is sour
That sent smile an errand
To the den of sorrow’s hand
Gory tales of yore
Is not a children’s tour.
©WANDERER®
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In a boarding daylight
I resist to survive my fight
In the wilderness of lust
My light will never be exhaust
Albeit the future appears illusion
The past won’t away my mission
©AlKASHAFY®
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I tried leaving the past in twilight
But they kept coming to fight.
How can I un-know the things I know?
Without throwing my self in a hole
I wish I could walk without my shadow
To leave no traces of yore that could flow.
©MICHAEL KYLE®
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I am screwed!
Like a lewd
Who will save me?
Who will help purify me?
My past is reincarnated an Abiku- a desecrated soul
Whose afterlife is a turbulence rather than a mender of sole
©VOICE OF AN ELECT®
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Who should I cry unto,
My tears is filled and overdo.
Every night they sing in my head
With rough chimes of the dead.
I clap and dance to my doom,
Till death comes with its food.
SAGE O’FIRE
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As stories, they were told
A tale confounded, a tale bold
Of delirium that was ripped off,
Even our hopeful light is off
To the Lords and Chiefs I write-
An entreaty, like a suicide rite.
©DAVID GARE.®
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Massacred patriots in flowing blood,
Pooling at our feet like a flood
Streaming down the pages of history
Of comrades in their death story.
Arise! O compatriots!
Let us keep holding the fort.
©eMoji®
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Just like yesterday,
I cried through night and day.
I was broken beyond repair,
Left in a land devoid of air.
I wish it was not me
But my wish hated me.
©SOLIDPEN®
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A garment once white as snow
Now to its guilt stoop so low
Hypo couldn’t wash the stain
For we have crossed the lain
It was rough like a crime scene
Not just rough but a red sin
©STANDARD INKS®
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My heart yearns for a release
My pain wouldn’t cease
My victory is in a distant land
Victory in hope shall soon land.
Let me dirge in my tales
Of surviving stabs from nails.
©MAIDENJAH®
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