An assassin with a heart, he bleeds for God.
Centered in Sirius, the star that's dog.
He continues to log, he's the Angel of Death.
His right hand man is Anubis, who's at his best.
Finesse, so smooth, he hides behind his saber.
Double-bladed labor, he kills for favors.
To which, he ignites, the flame then incinerates.
Walking down crooked paths, he then makes straight.
In which it was fate, on time by God's… Continue
Added by Quingu on November 28, 2019 at 9:30am —
The Sirian in me represents the five pointed star.
From afar, we're far, we reach without a car.
In the abyss, it's bliss, the blood be flowing.
The water like dragon is far from boring.
The twilight like eyes, the women, they glisten in the Sun.
Brining Heaven down to Earth, let us begin to have fun!
Bless those we love, we pick up the slack.
The God of Death, in which is attracted to black.
Scatter like… Continue
Added by Quingu on November 26, 2019 at 7:00pm —
Enveloped in the heart of darkness, we swallow with our thoughts.
In which the nickname game was finally bought.
No more playing dumb, socialism is what they seek.
A new President by 2020.
A front, we ignore, people seemed confused.
By the time I finish this poem, I'll be done with my stew.
At first, it hurt, I can go on vacation.
Considering to become a citizen like I use to be Haitian.
Added by Quingu on November 26, 2019 at 12:30pm —
The 7 Headed Dragon is back on demand.
To the people that I enjoy, I remind em' it's the plan.
In which We rise, We hit em where it hurts.
We then try to remind em' that love does hurt.
To seek and destroy, with a stroke of a pen.
Being in the company of real tough men.
In which, We sin, We taste the blood of our foes.
The goyim that scream, "Please let it go!"
A front, in which, the mist eventually… Continue
Added by Quingu on November 25, 2019 at 5:00pm —
The Angels that abide, through them God speaks.
Gathering gold, credit is what I seek.
Death and destruction, Mars is where I reside.
Not worrying about whether I can fly high.
In the sky, it is red, the blood that continues to boil.
Burying the dead in the ground, the dark and wet soil.
The body then decomposes, the skin starts to spoil.
A well oiled machine that reflects from the foil.
The 1/3rd Angelic… Continue
Added by Quingu on November 25, 2019 at 8:30am —
The Art of War, we seek for peace.
To be a God, or to be discrete.
To love is to be numb, I feel the slightest touch.
To rely on those is like leaning on a crutch.
To determine, to weigh souls, we to and fro.
Back from Sirius up through the constellation Bow.
Chasing the Stars, it was a front.
In order to be free, it's a must to smoke blunts.
Afternoon delight, our scars run deep.
The two… Continue
Added by Quingu on November 24, 2019 at 7:30pm —
The wave like blood, it circulates towards the heart.
Continuing to read to look that smart.
The scorching fires, the heaviest of them all.
Lucky that Cinderella made it to the ball.
Surprisingly fell short of the Glory of God.
Shapeshifting at will, back into the dog.
The Cloud 9 jouney, we move through the mist.
Loving the touch of my cheek, after she turns and kiss.
For our rights, we preach, we lay down… Continue
Added by Quingu on November 24, 2019 at 10:30am —
At the Throne in which I give my last plea.
To die an honourable death, got shot during a shooting spree.
To feed is to want, I cut off my tongue.
So cold from within, I'm not about having fun.
To continue down this path, I'll glady accept my fate.
Not willing to be with the (one), no more going on dates.
At stake is the World, I wish for one thing.
To die in the Pit and continue to feel pain.
As I say this… Continue
Added by Quingu on November 18, 2019 at 3:30pm —
The Eater of Worlds, light cannot escape.
To continue to work by the eventual due date.
Our fate aligned, we look to the sky.
As if we were designed to be that high.
In line, we wait, our souls fragment over time.
Praying for happiness while listening to Sublime.
In which, I love, I cannot run.
My Master Guide wanting to have all the fun.
With love, my heart, it beats to the max.
Our souls… Continue
Added by Quingu on November 18, 2019 at 12:30pm —
For the love of God, we continue to burn.
From Iblis to Mohammad, we're kick to the curb.
Align, we're high, Draco speaks with me.
Being the one accused of a light shooting spree.
Denounced, we're right, we rise to the top.
With the power of 5, our enemies' souls continue to pop.
I stop, I find, I ignore all what was said.
Being like Christ, thats fed with immortal bread.
Added by Quingu on November 17, 2019 at 11:30am —
To lie is to test and to ride with the best.
Incest, inbred, the gun filled with led.
Alone, it hurts, my soul laid to rest.
Acting as if I had to be the one to invest.
No trust, I'm fine, the World filled with lies.
The last time I said my only goodbye.
Back to the stars, Thuban I come.
Knowing I'm not the one from the "Bun".
Ignore, it's right, I have no more love.
Trusting that God, that one up… Continue
Added by Quingu on November 14, 2019 at 7:00am —
The rich become meek and the poor then rise.
The Babylonian Gods under one disguise.
The fruit of their works is so sweet.
Acting as if they're the one to be beat.
Angelic woes, the Seraphim then abide.
The marriage of man and women is a complete lie.
To drink is to lust, the prophets then bleed.
In order for the Whore to continue to feed.
Added by Quingu on November 12, 2019 at 11:22am —
Those that live in fear, it's time to earn your keep.
From the Asiatic Bloodline, the story gets deep.
From Dubhe, the humans continue to mourn.
Being the one who is likely only going to score.
His name is Hor, we then look to fight.
An angel that's bright, then turns into Satan at night.
Uptight, the deceased line up to get judged.
Your honor looking like he'll never be the one to budge.
Added by Quingu on November 10, 2019 at 3:12pm —
Smoking ashes from the smouldering dust.
Praising God like the symbol plus.
The cross ignores all that don't believe.
Hoping to God that we continue to see.
The Beast that rises from the one and only seas.
The Nectar Gods' whose symbol is the eternal bee.
We eat the scroll then raise our heads.
Déjà vu like we're laying in bed.
"Jinx", after what was then said.
Turning our souls into gold from… Continue
Added by Quingu on November 7, 2019 at 11:30am —