"We are brilliant, you declared.
Indeed we are.
The flawless strife,
The immaculate slaying.
A golden gauntlet, brimming with tyranny,
A carmine dagger, pledging to the Lord of Murder.
Let us enslave the fate of people,
Let us be their sovereigns."
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"Such is life, that brings chaos to order,
disarray to decree.
Should your Black Hand dig into this malice,
Rot would rip it to shreds.
For that is who I am,
A scion of Murder,
A mad dog you shall never bind,
For I only heed carnage."
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"Mine mind rattles with a mundane question.
Why do I find more comfort in my forebear's enemy than my family?
Charming, is the man,
Genius, is his soul,
Unyielding, is his hunger.
In those obsidians, I caught a spirit.
When I opened my clenched fist, it escaped,
Sinister whisper that enticed me,
A melody of victory,
voices proclaiming our rule over these lands.
Sing more, little robin,
Sing more of our future stunts."
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"So beautiful, so delicious,This thoughtOf imminent insidious.
I will paint streets in crimson,I will embellish the fort with their flesh,So when they look to the sky, Only there will they rest from red."
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The Dark Urge's Poems
Poetry"My blood whispers. As if Murder incarnate I bear killing as my art. Shall Father descend? Shall I carve the hearts of innocents for him?" These are poems that The Dark Urge has written and forgotten. Hidden away from prying eyes, are the doubts, co...
