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Dante`s inferno: Violence
Within the seventh gate, three rings turn
contains those monstrous and violent to burn
the pair descend a once great cliff, now evading the Minotaur
the beast stands guard with its might and bellows a deafening roar
the seventh circle felt the death of our lord
infuriating the beast, leading many to be mauled
the first ring contains murderers
the impulsive and hungry war-makers
the thieving and greedy raiders
tyrants and plunderers make up the rest
all filled the body of the river Phlegethon
a boiling river of red blood, roasted flesh and fire
squirming and wailing like a disgusting Pathogen
screaming and crying in their disgusting desire
wallowing in the blood of their victims of violence
spreading their vicious lives like a pestilence
they are immersed in boiling blood till the end of time
each according to their guilt, stuck in this horrid grime
many great conquerors and generals caused violence against thy neighbor
tearing, raping pillaging and burning gods favorite and greatest la
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Dante`s inferno: Heresy
Those that talk falsely of our god and his sheep are brought here for eternity
heretics like Epicurus and his followers, those who say "the soul dies with the body"
trapped in an everlasting flaming tomb with no way out of their tormenting tombs
those who talked nothing are ones that never left their mothers wombs
many of histories infamous heretics, followed the Epicurean way
willingly choosing their torment, they are down here to pay
and now their fire tombs contain their living self's and here they lay
enjoy your torment, you had an chance and choice, but here you can`t think as you may
the poets come to tombs and burials of Epicureans
a Pope who outright went against his preaching`s
watch your tongue and practice what you preach
don`t go hiding gods wreaths, sucking for forgiveness like a leach
watch your friends and family, Dante has some down there
letting loose the tongue, look at what they have to fair
now to the horizon, Wain, the great bear
its time to leave this hellish plac
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Dante`s Inferno: Wrath
into a black sulkiness which can find no joy in God or man or the universe
the wrathful shall remain here in pain and despair, here because of their curse
Into the marsh of the river styx
swamped and putrid waters
here dwell those wrathful lunatics
they fight viciously to the rivers borders
The most monstrous Snarl in slime
while the sullen lie beneath the surface
stuck in the barren, gurgling in dark grime
awaiting to seep into those minds with malice
They choke on the inability to release their fury
we are glad to have them Bury
In weeping and in grieving, accursed spirit, may you long remain
stay in bowels of the river, and I hope in eternity in pain
The poets see in the distance
red, fiery mosques ablaze in eternal fire
they are here for refusal and persistence
to worship a heretic they admire
The angel from Elysium opens the doors to Dis
here the 2 poets walk further into the Abyss
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Dante`s Inferno: Greed
Plutus stands `O`high and mighty at the abyss
Menacing the poets at the gates of Dis
Papé Satàn, Papé Satàn aleppe
All those here were once gods on earth
are now carrying their own wealth
realising the weight O`burden is from they`re material wealth
their money could stop no death
Here too, they saw a nation of lost souls
far more than were above: they strained their chests
against enormous weights, and with mad howls
rolled them at one another. Then in haste
they rolled them back, one party shouting out:
"Why do you hoard?" and the other: "Why do you waste?"
those that value material over morale
carry their weight that didn't`t buy them heaven
spending and hoarding until sang their bell
this weight is their selfish appetite
ones that lead to lives of greed and spite
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Dante`s inferno: gluttony
Virgil and Dante, attacked by a hail of cold and wet
their coarse has begun to be set
in these lands of foul slush
you won`t here a word nor a hush
only sound is the Cerberus` howl
when his pray has suffered his maul
the gluttonous here wallow
hauling rocks in a terrible rain
vile, slushy and cold, their skin and flesh is stripped
by the claws of the horrible Cerberus
the foul, iciness only adds to their pain
the gluttons grovel in the mud
punishment for the overindulgence in their blood
cold and sightless,
ravenous and empty,
hungry and heedless,
at dantes feet is the pathetic pig of florence
thrown down there by gods intolerance
and further to the greedy ring
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Dante`s inferno: Lust
the 2 exit and low and behold
the punishments of hell begin proper
pass by the Cretan king of old
here they are sent to suffer
carnal malefactors, these are overcome with lust
they shall have no rest
buffered back and fourth by a violent storm
overcome with their lust for their lover
so now they shall drift on forever
this is the most leniant of all
they haven`t even dropped in the firestorm
Helen of troy
she is the excuse for Mycenae to destroy
Paris son of Priam
that lustful little lamb
Achilles of the myrmidons
glory is all he would don
Cleopatra of Egypt
Rome could not give her one bit
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
of Their sorrows, Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form
I floated with the unending storm
and on to the next ring of hell
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Dante`s inferno: Limbo
into the gates of hell, those 2 shall pass
Virgil and dante, the screams of those damned they hear
and under the gates, smell a foul gas
Dante's back shrivels in fear
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate
the smell of human flesh that burns
there is no return
These damned are the ones who knew no heaven
behold the ones that did not know christ
Across the Acheron they are still alive
only they have left, only the mighty five
no agony, only here to dwell
they will never leave the gate from hell
Greeks and romans
Amozons and trojans
poets and warriors
pagans and muslims
Astronemers and mathematicians
not quite hell nor Heaven
nor is the presence of the deadly seven
only once did they feel the mighty one there time here is done
they shall proceed into the lungs of hell
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Literature
Radioactive Holocaust
control for the world with their bloody policy
willing to destroy entire nations
wiping out their own populations
not caring if your families die
thats to the thermonuclear eye
2 big kids on the world block
missile silos ready to rape the world of life
2 minutes to midnight on the Armageddon clock
the world will be a place of strife
second son rises
bright flash in the sky
fools prepare for demise
Armageddon is here
Take cover your gonna die
shockwave crosses the land
blinding light
beaches of sand
made into glass
fire storm
Speed of light brings the fire
millions mourn
God looks away and plays his Lyre
Boiling your skin, infernos of death
Roasted lungs take away your breath
shockwave roars with the power of hell
the firestorm heat takes all
Screams of Pain muted by its roar
bodies burn, crackle and stick to the floor
drowning themselves, feel pain no more
your flesh crackles, sizzles and fries
you thought you were safe, don't heed their lies
Moles, bores and open wounds
bodies molten
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The Violator
stalking in the dark night
thirst for your red, hot blood
prepare to fight or flight
tonight will be your last hours
you`ll never see the light
your life is what i shall smight
uncontrollable lust
feel your flesh in my hands
and blood in my hair is a must
i see your meek appearance in the shadows
red is my color of glance
thats when you know to run
as fast as any man can
the only thing thats on my mind
is you, a hacked up piece of meat
i`ll run you down anywhere
the woods or even the street
they call me many names
blood thirsty murderer,
unrelenting demon,
scourge of god,
schizophrenic slasher
tormenting lunatic
but im known to all as what i do for
i am the violator
my evil deads will be known to all
a murderous fiend
endless slaughter
maniacal laughter
i`ll defile their bodies
with the sadistic intent of causing them pain
i`ve massacred them until non features remain
their blood shall make it rain
rip out their organs
and devour them whole
slice the head in one stroke
infamy from geno
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Autopsy
Autopsy
prepare the scalpel
ready to peal away
sharpen the Liston knife
we must observe what the reports say
serious stab wounds and horrible hatchets
tooth and claw, rips from belly to maw
we need our serious gadgets now
what is this?
it is neither man nor monster
its time to see, why this man
needed to draw what was from his holster
tooth marks 8 inches deep
these are what woke him from his sleep
clean stab through
in-between his eyes
and outta the back
throat slashed, no wonder they didn't hear his cries
cracked ribs and broken back
observer notices, a heart is what he lacks
lungs crushed in by a mans bare hands
blood soaks his glands
half a tongue, no clean cut
maybe not even one
a bite is confirmed and not a but
blunt force trauma at the temple
seen by a purple mark
prepare the bone saw
maybe this was what made him kark
scrambled brains in a gelatinous rain
no need for a rib cutter or a hammer and chisel
his attacker did the work for us
we write down what we find
what had killed t
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Scourge of White chapel
Cloaked in black, demon stalks in the dark,
soaked in the blood of the harlots last night,
An unquenchable primal lust, no words or last rites
Hacked, dissected, slashed, ripped and bashed
maybe a Taylor, a butcher or a doctor,
the police, suffering the public uproar,
they play I blind mans game
bloodlust, vampire, anatomy of the soul
dissection, amputation, ripping them piece by piece
unstoppable desire, made the scourge of white chapel
no whore is safe from the killers wrath
white chapel shudders in fear,
it shall be a blood bath
A sliced kidney
clipped ears
a letter for the boss
pulled intestines
stolen uterus
millers court
final resting place
of Mary Jane kelly
sent to hells belly
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
a faint cry rings out
Murder!
murder!
murder!
no one will answer her call
MURDER!
no reply, no life,
all blood, no mercy
lay upon the bed, head turned left,
body surface slashed open,
abdomen opened out and empty
slashed arms, hacked rack,
face slashed, no recognition,
thighs chopp
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Within the seventh gate, three rings turn
contains those monstrous and violent to burn
the pair descend a once great cliff, now evading the Minotaur
the beast stands guard with its might and bellows a deafening roar

the seventh circle felt the death of our lord
infuriating the beast, leading many to be mauled
the first ring contains murderers
the impulsive and hungry war-makers
the thieving and greedy raiders
tyrants and plunderers make up the rest

all filled the body of the river Phlegethon
a boiling river of red blood, roasted flesh and fire
squirming and wailing like a disgusting Pathogen
screaming and crying in their disgusting desire

wallowing in the blood of their victims of violence
spreading their vicious lives like a pestilence
they are immersed in boiling blood till the end of time
each according to their guilt, stuck in this horrid grime

many great conquerors and generals caused violence against thy neighbor
tearing, raping pillaging and burning gods favorite and greatest labor
Alexander of Macedon, a hubris-tic and beastly war-monger
the 2 Dionysus`, leaving Sicily in deep pain much longer
Attila the hun, scourge of God, a skin tearing ripper
Pyrrhus, son of Achilles or the king of Epirus, and blood-thirsty killer

upon the next Violent circle, those foolish to hurt themselves
into the woods of suicides, attempted or successful
stacked to the brim with faces of self torment, filling hells shelves
never to be quit-end or content, ignorance is no longer blissful

all are torn and conformed to gnarled and pointed trees
fed upon by horrid harpies, no one, not the poets dares flees
all are here for a heinous crime of insult to the body
all are clawed and torn apart, fleshy and bloody

violence against god and nature are its last minor ring
passing by violent blasphemers and vandals
Ursers torn to pieces and flayed, forever bleeding
Sodomites are impaled and devoured by hells demons, paying for their risked gambles

the duo fall past a cliff and everlasting waterfall
climb onto a daemons back and carries them to the next ring of hell
Geryons wings carry the pair through hells bowel
the 2 clench their noses, in preparation for the unearthly smell
Those that talk falsely of our god and his sheep are brought here for eternity
heretics like Epicurus and his followers, those who say "the soul dies with the body"
trapped in an everlasting flaming tomb with no way out of their tormenting tombs
those who talked nothing are ones that never left their mothers wombs

many of histories infamous heretics, followed the Epicurean way
willingly choosing their torment, they are down here to pay
and now their fire tombs contain their living self's and here they lay
enjoy your torment, you had an chance and choice, but here you can`t think as you may

the poets come to tombs and burials of Epicureans
a Pope who outright went against his preaching`s
watch your tongue and practice what you preach
don`t go hiding gods wreaths, sucking for forgiveness like a leach

watch your friends and family, Dante has some down there
letting loose the tongue, look at what they have to fair
now to the horizon, Wain, the great bear
its time to leave this hellish place, the duo leave with grace
into a black sulkiness which can find no joy in God or man or the universe
the wrathful shall remain here in pain and despair, here because of their curse

Into the marsh of the river styx
swamped and putrid waters
here dwell those wrathful lunatics
they fight viciously to the rivers borders

The most monstrous Snarl in slime
while the sullen lie beneath the surface
stuck in the barren, gurgling in dark grime
awaiting to seep into those minds with malice
They choke on the inability to release their fury
we are glad to have them Bury

In weeping and in grieving, accursed spirit, may you long remain
stay in bowels of the river, and I hope in eternity in pain
The poets see in the distance
red, fiery mosques ablaze in eternal fire
they are here for refusal and persistence
to worship a heretic they admire

The angel from Elysium opens the doors to Dis
here the 2 poets walk further into the Abyss
Plutus stands `O`high and mighty at the abyss
Menacing the poets at the gates of Dis
Papé Satàn, Papé Satàn aleppe
All those here were once gods on earth
are now carrying their own wealth
realising the weight O`burden is from they`re material wealth
their money could stop no death

Here too, they saw a nation of lost souls
far more than were above: they strained their chests
against enormous weights, and with mad howls
rolled them at one another. Then in haste
they rolled them back, one party shouting out:
"Why do you hoard?" and the other: "Why do you waste?"

those that value material over morale
carry their weight that didn't`t buy them heaven
spending and hoarding until sang their bell
this weight is their selfish appetite
ones that lead to lives of greed and spite

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Thank you fro the watch as well!  I'm glad you liked my work enough to want to keep an eye on me. :D (Big Grin) 
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Thanks! XD
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