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there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
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I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.
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Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
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The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
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Ongoing the 21st century's free style massacre
The horrible morning has started there in Myanmar,
Satan is tormented by theses and has come down
To learn the massacring styles in special gown,
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With promise of job,
he lured her into a cane field.
His gentleness a veil of sanity.
Lurking in his mind,
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Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment."
And he answered saying:
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Part One
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
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What civilization you do draw, man!
Enlightening some too little candles,
Beneath centuries' deep darkness is seen
Which is engulfing your own existence;
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They should not have left him there alone,
Alone that is except for the cat.
He was only nine, not old enough
To be left alone in a basement flat,
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Oh sharp diamond, my mother!
I could not count the cost
of all your faces, your moods-
that present that I lost.
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Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,
Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt!
From Queenstown Bay to Donegal, O listen to my song,
The honourable gentlemen have suffered grievous wrong.
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arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League
Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag
Of proud, seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting
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Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem-
save that it's green and wooden-
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A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place
No singing sky-lark ever poised himself.
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Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea, our two bloods mingled be;
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Kill me,
Jump Me,
End my life like I care,
Take this gun and shoot me,
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The darkness crumbles away
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
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In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
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Rintrah roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
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Hamas has written a 9/11 terror moment
into pages of Palestinian, Israeli, world history;
Hamas and Palestinians in Gaza elated
celebrated deaths over 1000 Israeli civilians;
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Making Coffee to Run a Crime Story
A long Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated From Original Persian into English by the Author
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As springs' budding blossoms emerge
the raptors glide mercilessly.
—Michael R. Burch
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My murderer son,
Why did you, did you
Murder me, murder me,
Murder me, murder me,
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By Stanley Collymore
No doubt there are those who
both uncaringly of the true
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There's a murder in the backyard
Come quick and have a look
Confided darkness must be on guard
And be wary, as they could all be crooks
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read the blood guilt murder in the Cain killed Abel genesis stories
the killing is wounded jealousy over who has their God's favour
not jealousy over who has a beloved lusted for woman's favour
with a twist of fermented apple juice mixed into a simmering stew!
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There's always the
worst cruelty in
it
It's something unacceptable
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Murder, murder, heinous murder!
I dreamt a dreadful dream in that ominous night,
When I was deep asleep.
Being terribly afraid, I woke up immediately
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Intro
There I was staring at my body on the cold bitter winter ground. The frost was glistening on my skin barely seen through debris and trash that covered my freezing lifeless body. There I was discarded on the side of a dirt road like garbage. I reached down to clear random things that people threw and dumped on top of me as they drove by not knowing I was underneath. I tried to remove the empty pop cans, plastic bags, half eaten food and beer bottles from my face and body; but I couldn't. I couldn't physically touch anything anymore. I couldn't give myself the breath of life again. I couldn't move or do anything anymore. It was too late for me. My body hidden and decaying before my eyes and there wasn't anything I could do. I tried to scream thinking that someone would hear me. I screamed the loudest I could hoping to wake from this nightmare of a dream, but I didn't. I cried for myself and wondered how long I've been there. I tried to remember how I got there. As I watched the snow flurries fall; I had a memory of when I was a little girl. I was laying in the snow positioned much like I am now, except I was laughing and making snow angels with my mom. I remember her face and that memory. I thought hard deep into my most inner thoughts of how this could've happened to me.I thought about what kind of human being could have done this to me and why. My life was taken short and I'm coming to find you no matter how long it takes because thanks to my murderer; I have all the time in the world and I won't stop until I've found you!
Murder Files Series
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