Amen - The Creation of Adam Source:

O God,

Under every name and title that we beseech you, hear my prayer.

Bestow unto me Your unadulterated merits of evil,

Pure Godly Evil as only You may fathom:

The agility of deception.

The power of corruption.

The appeal of perversion.

The blessing of hypocrisy.

The concern of apathy.

The affinity of hate.

Endow my lying words with sweet eloquence of persuasion.

Fill my desire with unquenchable greed,

My palate with the insatiable blood-of-innocence appetite.

With these, these finer godly qualities of humanities’ evil,

And of humanities’ deities,

I too shall be one of the world, of the heavens, of the gods!

I too shall let cruelty light my path, blind my sight.

I too shall confine, torture, and condemn innocent earthlings.

I too shall bow to Your merciless Tyranny.

O Grand Heavenly Master of Evil endue me with Your Holy Ghost,

That I my discover equal station among mankind.



A Mother Cries

A glisten teardrop;

A mother cries for her young.

Veal set for the feast!

A Bull Fights

A Bull Fights
El banderillero sevillano Curro Molina, poniendo un par de banderillas en la Maestranza de Sevilla

A bull fights for life.

Spears dangling from his pierced hide.

A mob high on blood!

Candlelight Dinner

A blade severs flesh!

Slaughterhouse floor bloodied red.

Candlelight dinner.


Mauritius 2013. Source: Animals Australia
For I saw in their eyes… Photo source: Animals Australia

For I saw in their eyes the betrayal they saw in mine.—

 Their last silent plea, their hope laid empty laying in me,

 This unlikely Savior they prayed I’d be.

 But Saviors save souls of only the least deserving.

 And their fate, innocent and pure though undeserving,

 Lay far beyond the cares of Heaven’s humanity;

 Lost in the labyrinth of God’s twisted insanity.

—And now, and in every moment’s passing, their cries echo long, lasting.

My heart wrenching, never fasting on the haunting of their ghostly pleas.

Ever daunting ghostly pleas.

They sing softly, “Betrayal, betrayal,” a hymn sung to my death. . .

. . . Till at last I lay in Hell’s warmth ’n silent depth.

Where there I saintly ponder, through the fiery inferno’s yonder,

Comes the drift of a faintly familiar lullaby,

“Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal,” ’tis the hounding of their maddening cry.

The Vegan World

Cornflower in Gouda, the Netherlands. Author: TeunSpaans

The Vegan World,

Below a canopy of a blue vibrant sky,

Her clouds lifting in a breeze softly sail by,

The cornflower in fields of long forgotten rye.

Where plum blossoms bloom, aside streams bubbly in tune,

To a soft cascading melody, endlessly, quenchingly.

Nigh the Valley of Painted Flowers,

To the rim of snowcapped mountain towers!

Where birds fly to Her rhythm, soaring high. So high,

Above fellow earthlings grazing in low grasslands nearby.

Across waves of golden wheat fields to oceans laid blue,

The Vegan World, a breath of love, vegan free, vegan true.

Damning Sacred Lives

Sheep and cow in South Africa. Author Lollie-Pop from Cape Town, South Africa
Sacred Lives

Light that guides my spirit this night, with

Clarity shining clearly bright. To why,

I wonder of minds in slumber.

Albeit, I live encumber,

For cries where none dare to listen, to

Teardrops lacily glisten, to

Faces staidly blue on fright. As you

Kill these lives despite, a vow

To guard yonder lights, when how

You linger with petty delights.

As their fates are sliced by bloody knifes,

Spilling innocent blood of their tender lives.

And for this I wonder of morality’s slumber,

Damning these sacred lives to sunder.

Blood Sea

I pen poems, lyric, and verse,

Exposing injustice in the world I curse.

Killing, bloodshed, cruel, and shameful ways,

Barbarity to fight my last days.

Armed in a will, a quill, and a vengeance pure,

I fight to free the last, lasting endure.

Aha but sadly,

Losing battles I wage engaged to infamy by pen,

An inept rage to gauge the violence of man’s sin.

For alas,

I pen poems where none shall read,

Gather the rhymes none shall heed.

Offered to lives none shall see,

For the depths of death that fill Blood Sea.

Murder On Your Plate

Dark, cold, rainy, these long nights.

Where they keep to pain covered in frights.

Sentenced to a life in hell, pure hell,

There’s nary a soul to do them well,

Only the crack of a whip, a punch, a shove,

Never the tender feel of a mother’s love.

Forever the torments, forever their days,

While you behave in hypocritical ways.

Easy for you to ignore such plight,

Living your life blessed in God’s eyes so right?

For as long as you have a meal and a prayer,

What hell would you give to an innocence’s care!

Aha, but for you I wish this  fate this night,

And every night until your death’s delight,

To scream in terror, to feel their fright.

And for that you say, “this a poem a rant of hate.”

Yes it is. As is, the murder on your plate!

Brute Evil Lies

Brute evil lies, they cleverly disguise,

Her misery, her suffering, her final demise.

Her agony’s rich, steeped full in pain,

Her life she’ll never again hope to regain.

While you, a bastard, a parasitic leech,

With vicious deceptions, these lies that you teach.

For profit and vantage and wealth you’ll collect,

The price is her sorrow the receipts you’ll protect.

To you I wish sickness, trouble, sorrow, and pain,

But, nothing I wish can match your disdain,

For an animal’s life so innocent, so pure!

Go, rot in hell, I pray you incur.