When power wears a halo, can you still see the devil beneath?
Corruption:
leaders spinning for greed;
feet dragged in the filth of apathy.
Deception:
media hiding truths;
racing to their own gain without shame.
Perversion:
Church molesting God’s name;
prayers of consumed dishonesty.
—H, baptized in their lies and left to rot holy
A furious gospel for a broken era, this poem lays bare a world ruled by corrupted leaders, hollow faith and the glorification of violence. It’s a hymn of disillusionment - a prayer screamed into a poisoned sky.
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A scream, a slash, a gasp, this poem doesn’t whisper, it detonates. "Born Gay" is a defiant, fragmented descent into systemic hate, internalized shame and the brutal resilience of a soul made for light but forged in fire.
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A fierce, defiant protest against forced silence and psychological abuse, this poem exposes the cruelty of control, the violence of censorship, and the quiet war waged against a soul struggling to speak.
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Each click of the lens snatched a piece of light. Lucifer waits behind every pose. What if the image reflects not what we are but what we’ve lost?
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A gothic prose poem whispered from the block. As a condemned soul walks toward his final moment, time slows, beauty sharpens and memory bleeds through silence. He does not beg — he remembers.
Read the Full Whisper →A furious gospel for a broken era, this poem lays bare a world ruled by corrupted leaders, hollow faith and the glorification of violence. It’s a hymn of disillusionment - a prayer screamed into a poisoned sky.
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Grown in filth without the warmth of nurture, this sorrowful bloom tells of roots strangled by deceit and veins longing for colour. A wilted soul sways in storms, aching for the tender promise of a rainbow.
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A soul imprisoned behind unseen walls, where sunlight never reaches and mockery reigns. Yet within the cold—a spark endures, whispering, “I exist.”
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In this Tesla-inspired 3-6-9 poem, love turns from intoxicating to imprisoning. Bruises, both emotional and physical, tell the truth hidden behind honeyed words and silken lies.
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