THE MODERN DEAD POETS SOCIETY : Christian Poetry

This world is filled with self hatred,

Shame doing anything to be the next

~Big thing~

singing songs

~blurring blasting boasting all that is good, holy, right~ People sitting on machines, screaming suicide, rape and carnage Complaining about their lives Whining and crying, moaning, dying Writing slurs of nothingness Repeating the pattern Catching it, watching it as a cold sick virus XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX And all who stand are never heard Poetry is ran by corruption ~All doors of it lead to one dragon~ Death to all good poetry the dragon, has eaten it all Along with the souls of God Society has become lovers of all That should be hated Nothing anymore is sacred Doing anything to get attention Thinking they are poets Loving nothing but ~ by living self~ Writing, saying anything to get vain attention XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A poet is a lover of words They are the philosophers’ The words are all a poet has It takes many years to become A real poet If you’re a poet you know it It takes a life time of living, loving Studying all the meaningful words ~Ever written, sung~ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Everyone wanting it here, now Me, see me, glorify me, myself & I Poets these days have to scream Dark things to lure- hoping They can make One person see light A poet has to live many years Study many things To write about how to live Love, to teach how to be loved Give love, sing love~ kick hate To make the people Think love, screaming loud Being beaten, raped, robed For trying to slam The darkness out of them But they will / do hate you for it Standing up for all that is good Making people think about What they are doing To sing a song of change !To make people think! A poet should be there to lead A society that bleeds They don’t write to be liked Poets are often hated for being right We are hated for being the voice reason For sending a think tank of change XXXXXXXXXXXXX Our King told us we would be hated For standing up for him The machine is blurring madness Christians are slaughtered for it We are stoned for it Beaten for it We are called bigots, and rioted for it! Evil killing, has killed the messengers Of peace XXXXXXX The people killed Jesus, Gandhi Martin Luther King The Kennedy‘s, Lincoln For standing up for good If you do, you are beaten, hated for it Killed for it Every word you write Twisted, slandered and falling Upon deaf, selfish, souls Your spirit beaten until you can take no more XXXXXXXX People judge the bad things Giving the ratings to them Over the good things Singing songs of vanity If you sound the trumpet to Make people rethink Your stampeded with evil- mean Horrible, wretched, screeching voices’ People calling themselves Christians Killing each other online To be the next big voice Of nothingness If you turn the tables to make them think All they do is make a stink Your called a zealot Its not cool to be righteousness It is not in style to speak up Your misunderstood A poet can not fight For good poetry Because none will hear it! No matter how you tell it The world is covered in soars Lovers of hate, sin, blood Corruption Thinkers of self proclamations Writings of words just to be looked upon Standing for nothing but self And how glorious they think they are! Stains on the poets hands No poet can now wash off   Your called a bigot When you sound the voice of reason Judged, stoned for all that is good and holy You can write it beautiful They will ignore you Poetry has become a mean hateful poetry competition This is not poetry it is death It is death to all poetry That is why there is no more honor, integrity in poetry Poetry is dead when the poets Write dead poetry If your confident, your judged If your meek, your rubbed in mud No matter how you write it your wrong And your not paid anything for any of it What good is poetry? If the good poet is slandered Never paid, or given credit There is no wining in poetry   ~the good poets are~ Beaten and never heard     Slandered no matter how they write it Nothing you can do is right Your voice never heard Slandered, drowned on a ruthless Machine Until your drowned in such stink In so much sorrow, you can’t breath anymore Feeling nothing but sadness Your stomach filled brim reading, vile selfishness Acid churns in your being Until you can stand no more If you do, its your utter destruction Because poetry is dead! It really is There is nothing the good poet Can do to wake the dead Living in a world Of stained poets hands Who have no courage To make a stand Of anything but dead poetry. good words, thoughts Deeds, are stolen, twisted Manipulated into evil I refuse to write dead poetry I refuse to live dead poetry I refuse to be A dead poet So, they have killed the messenger I am tired of being killed Slaughtered, envied Given no credit There is no reward In this world For poetry World There is no honor in poetry It and all that is good Has been destroyed You have killed Another voice In me you have killed another poet Shot another voice that loved you Shamed another voice You have killed my poetry And the world will weep Reap, havoc for it My voice was from God To a dead world that has refused him Will not hear him, or the Angels And I can’t wash the blood Off dead poetry XXXXXXXXXXXX None will stand with me Because to give me one good thing Or credit Every poet Kills in an attempt To be more glorious XXXXXXX All that I worked for That was good and holy Is dead XXX the live poet can no longer lead the dead poetry I am shot, wounded and my stomach Is filled with such vile hatred There is nothing left In me, I have no hope in people The world has made me A dead poet I surrender it all to God I admit defeat Lord I served you with all I had And there is no more left of me To give, I will not I refuse to sale my soul TO DEAD POETRY And feel shame After reading most of the poetry online I will not surrender my soul To become another Dead poet online! Wash the blood of my hands Jesus I bring none of it To my poetry That I do hide from a world That will not receive any good news I WILL NOT BECOME TAINTED I WAS NOT AM NOT A DEAD POET I refuse to live in a dead poetry society XXXXXXXX GIVE ME POETRY OR GIVE ME DEATH! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| I prefer death To selling my soul For poetry XXXXXXX >>>>>>>>>It is done Lord<<<<<<<< ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I must stop now Before they Steal my all living poetry I must stop now Before there is nothing left I am done With dead poets- and dead poetry Tainted All that I killed, died for Will not be destroyed If I must die To bring life Then kill me If you kill Me and my god I stand on Your already dead Slaughtered by dead poetry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~