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She sucks

by Thrystan on Dec.14, 2010, under Poezii

She sucks
She sucks the shit out of his ass
She blows
She knows that she sucks
She sucks too much…
She sucks…

She blows like the wind
Sucks like a Vacuum
Squeezes souls like a black hole
And her handywork is…
Like the grip of death

She grips his core
Holds tight and sucks
She blows today
She’s all over the place
She’s semen and spit
But she won’t quit
She sucks…

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Terrashing

by Thrystan on Dec.02, 2010, under Poezii

Her crust is crumbling
As the moon watches over
A sea of dust
The last fortress is falling
Faster than humanity would

Her dust is settling
For million years
She’s been deserted
Her boiling point’s zero

Her must is revival
As the core pulsates mechanically
The iron heart is spawning
A perverted duality
Some flesh to decay
Some heart to corrupt
Some mind to pervert
Some people to fuck

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Bear

by Thrystan on Sep.25, 2010, under Poezii

I wanna see it in your face
Shut as your ass
Since you’re closing the door
We’re never drunk, always pretending
To get high or low
We’re bending…

Who is your daddy?
Repeat after me
Who’s your daddy?
Come and pee for me
Who will be your daddy?
Tomorrow?

Shut up daddy
And open your hole
Let us connect
To the bone…
Extrovert
Exoskeleton
We unite in despair
Who’s your daddy?
I’m my own daddy
Bear…

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Natural disaster

by Thrystan on Nov.17, 2009, under Poezii

Push the water, give me the flow
I feel like ice crust, only less slow
I float in vain, and vary in mistake
My destination is like me, so fake

Mountains of fire are splitting the air
I felt like the cold, the under degree of the scale
The scarecrow winter has as faithful hound
The square mind, when earth is round…

I’m drawing angels with a lens in the snow
The sun’s a nova, in the agony of a last show
And blinks, and fades, the clouds can hide it
This world was perfect, but this sun’s unfit

I breath hypothermia and freeze to my soul
As the world now collapses in a dark hole
Cut to pieces by the vision of this end
Remember the times when you were sand?

Return to the seed, and then plant it within
Build a new world inside you, build me too
Create a new sun that would surely last more
But give us the right to adore and to bore…

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Kill Will

by Thrystan on Sep.24, 2009, under Poezii

This is my crime,I ‘m not afraid any more
I feared the death , realised life’s a whore
When murder’s a bed where two people embrace
One is killed, other killer, same feeling,same race

No matter name a mother’s there crying son
Around her people, other,  see it as cruel fun
When funerals are cheaper than guns we smile
If you kill one it’s tragic, but with hundred it’s style

The clown gets guru over night in murder art
Each stupid fool is king when riding Death’s cart
Commited to it , sworn to kill others for a feel
We trade the souls for numbers, crosses, deal?

Men pull the covers on their eyes like women
Don’t wanna see the blood is boiling in them
It screams it wants and it’s blood, of another
Shut we lay and we’d sleep voiceless, rather

Where is the real human designed to sweet kill?
For food or for women , nowadays for just thrill
I’ll be that something in the eyes, target seeker
The haunting boy that crossed the lines, got deeper

Got soul to scream an honest “yeah ” , so real
Crime is pure,and so bodily , ’cause I am into feel
The liquidation’ll be your hobby as you watch it
Murder temptation is arriving, ‘caus you got bit

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Virus3x

by Thrystan on Aug.31, 2009, under Poezii

A layer of tranquility
upon the eyes of beasts
these women of no name
replaced the kiss with fists

small time criminal
making it big or enlarging it
weak and sexual animal
making it boring and predictable

unable to cooperate
copulate and create a device
unable to operate
like an action man
we’re reduced to action hen
tin men can…

love was years ago
the best selling gear
now we’re all ’bout growth
boresome blowjobs, queer

we’re so much lusting  for flesh
could swear we’re cannibals
our slaughterhouse’s the bed
the clit is everyone’s

sex was all about
robots doing me
robots doing the robot dance
robots doing the she

fuck was all about
jacking into a port
plug and play, go away
disconnect, abort
stop, you’ve got a virus
disinfect or quit
format all your body
end up getting hurt

love is all about
the size
of your wallet
of your dick
of your iq
of the trust
of the humour
of the tumour
called heart…

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Her majesty

by Thrystan on Aug.22, 2009, under Poezii

We’re an army of puppets ready for assault
There’s no escape for deserted souls
You were my wound and added salt
There’s no regret for fallen walls

We try to escape the crowd of copies
A xerox Mother Nature still coughing clones
So many people, lovely zombies
I hate Her noise and bloody tones

No throne for you, the devil woman
The one scar hell had gifted us
You are death perfect , but still human
Producing satans in your class

So regenerating and falling under
Decayed like history of blind
You give us pain, you give us hunger
Enjoy the fullness left behind

A tear in your eyes as never seen
The stone cold hearted creature
Could be the changed one you had been?
Or planned imperfect feature?

You could never get out of there
Still trapped in a horendous body
The mirror still flooding your fear
And having lost space as a budy…

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Love wrapped in rose aesthetic

by Thrystan on Aug.19, 2009, under Poezii

They say : “I’d lie for you ”
They say: “I’d cry for you”
I say : “I’d fuck you good”
You wanna eat that shit?
All lies of love sick stories
All coke wrapped up in worries
And worms that glitter starring
In films of tears, varying
A she to love a him
So dumb believe this shit!
It’s new and wrapped in rose
And love has no defeat
But lovers like to pose
And linger at their feet
I see it right through me
I’ve known cliche for long
I’ve known the way to be
When faking her a song
To seem to her so struck
To kiss her just to fuck
To write her just to bleed
To give her in the need
So dead, so dead…now
This feeling makes me sick
It makes me wanna shout
And beat God with a stick
For givin’ us the feeling
A bit before the brain
Restraining me the needing
Presenting me the pain
Far rusted to be human
I am a beast love fired
In chase of just a woman
This fuck-hunt got me tired
For days I would just bleed
Exchanging now my soul
Exchanging way of human
And tasting angel seed
I’d save the world from me
And cure you all of hate
I’d wrap my death in rose
And name it love …for fate.

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Revolution Eden

by Thrystan on Aug.13, 2009, under Poezii

We’re the sour sorrow show of spit puppets
Call me your wasteland , I saw the light
When everyone were jokers playing trumpets
I called my teens and sickos for the fight

Say you named it revolution and banner my bone
Behind all regression from monkeys to home
I fuckin recruited a wave full of x-es and zeros
A vaccinic riddance of you all no-good heros

Burn the flags and torch my scent in honor
The satanic butchers’ll be your guides
To a place of tv less pain , perhaps free horror
Where the limping one so nicely strides

I have an Eden , where I’m keeper
I gave ‘em bubble gum and playboy
They were so christian and suicidal
They treated St John like a toy

It might be drugs parohially speaking
But I’m still praying to the mud
I might be an actor porno peeking
Where heaven is live, reporter God

Why did I change the angel wings to bikini?
And why the marthyrs sip martini?
This is the new renovated revo Eden
Where the one with nimbus harping’s demon

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E.U.thanised

by Thrystan on Aug.10, 2009, under Poezii

A sick suffering anathem of the falling Terra
They who give us bread, we can shape their era
A long hand quickly patting the abandoned
The E.U.thanised strongly organized, defended
We’ve been fed with pie and a touch of anthrax
Fuck the Nation’s E.U. those with no paid sex?!

I wanna smoke the weed and grow my children hippies
To bomb the E.U. buildings and blame it on the sixties
How do you feel when the lights are out and I am in?
I escaped from therapy and the E.U. I have made my sin
Sad old-looking faces fucking other people’s wives
Ministerial worms polishing my mama’s knives

Dressed in a Barbie U.N soldier I am sailing in a jungle
Chasing an euro to cut its balls and crush its value
You suffer from amnesia when I hit your fat head
I unplugged the E.U. boss from the bribe machine
I surprised the Nations all in the same bed
With some NATO asses licking shit of keen

Diiiie! E.U.thanised by my endless murdering
Mass of stuck up countries bordered by a whore
You’re dry and so sick of my pilfering
We’re dark and much sailing to a land with no shore
I have a little country, so rich and full of shit
An anthem of weak people, a dogma of defeat
We want to join the E.U. and be a star on flags
You’re shitting in refuse and banning us like fags…

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