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The Hounds of Violence

Hello darkness, my old foe
I’ve come to fuck you like a hoe
Like a vision, I will creep you out,
leave my seed on you when you pass out.
And the vision that I’ll plant in to your brain
will remain
Filled with the hounds of violence

In restless dreams I talked alone
in narrow corners full of hoes
‘Neath the halo of a street vamp
she turned me on, but she was cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon knife
That lit the plight
And touched the bounds of violence

And all this naked plight I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People fucking without speaking
People poking and glistening
People riding dongs that hoes will never share
And no one cared
but the hounds of violence

“Fools” said I
“You do not know, violence like a dancer shows
Fear my cock that might impeach you
Fake concern so I may preach to you”
But on my cock no silent drainwhore dwelled
And I’m a cuckold
In the wells of violence

And the people bowed and sprayed
and little neon gods they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the signs said
“The piss of your pussy is smitten by your uterus walls
and new life calls
You’re pregnant from the hounds of violence

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  • It seems like you are particularly interested in brutality, violence and cruelty of human nature.

  • Unreal

    Someone needs to put a bullet in this degenerate before he shoots up a mall

  • Smokingjacket
    • You managed to find a poem which I don’t find utterly cliche and shitty (at least for a small part) – that’s a very respectable achievment.