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Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Six & 7 (The Pain Behind-The-Sun)

Living with pain is the curse of my soul;

the Grand Architect told me I was a poet

before my time, my words too never die;

the devil and I made a pact...

curse mankind, evoke and deliver the

Antichrist- From the dark side of the

moon to the coldest side of the sun, I

radiate heat with a cold heart....cursed be

thy name upon all that is holy and

righteous- momentary lapse in reason are

now regular relapses without reason or

'idea of,' no point intended....


To those whom an apology is owed; you

will not get it from me. Curses upon thee,

those who deny me, creator of criticism;

when all else fails my soul prevails. My

writings cannot be constructively

critiqued, for I tell it like it is, similar to a

deadly disease you know it's spreading

manifesting its potency until you are fully

engaged or comfortably numb. A bad

omen foretold me of the curses to come,

including the birth of my first child; a

blessing I have yet to witness....only

embarrassment towards my child's mother;

I am the curse in her life, the agony of her

lament, and the poet she wishes never met.


Invocations of malice and melancholy;

happiness will be death, malignant in nature.

Each and everyone, yes, you the reader,

life's dreamer, has a story to tell, hold that

thought, mine is better, and only I can tell it

well. Forgiveness is best to ask than

permission; neither do I ask for, I am absolute,

soon to rule over biblical fanatics, fucken

hallelujah!! 



Soulkritic® 2014©

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I am the curse!!

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Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Two

Psalms sung with faith;
curses from the Father, the
Son, and the Holy Ghost;
rejoicing under the influence...

Nestled, numbed atop
heavenly clouds; two crazy
diamonds in the sky without
shine; rough edges can be
smooth again if both believe
they will shine again as one...

 

Clarifying the darkness both
entertain in the name of the
wicked that pace back and
forth outside the window of
time and space created by a
simple wish...

 

Invocations to God's shadow;
puppets to an addiction,
masters of enjoyed silence
listening to the symphony of
destruction...

 

I the Lizard Prince and my
Black Sheep traveling in the
dark under the sunlight too
steal our dreams back from
the sandman we both entered
in the years of our youth and
ignorant ways...

 

No King too hail; howling
under the moonlight, a lustful
night with love making in
between the stars, invoking
peace and harmony, with
conversations from the heart
bringing positive vibes and
synergy...

 

Alas, together we stand on
this mountain top, with hills
and more mountains too the
horizon; life does not come
without challenges, and
challenges do not arise
without taking the risk to fall
in love again...

 

Soulkriti©®2014

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Curses and Invocations....

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Unholy abortion

Tear the fetus from
the womb.

Rip the cord
of sustenance.

Unholy abortion of
abominations.

Leaving your accursed
brethren to wallow
in darkness.

Virtue is forever gone
from one like you.

To exist in despair,
without hope.

Or let yourself be
destroyed?

Annihilate your
filthy flesh?

Dried bones that
finally crumble.

And then the lights
go out...

Forever

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