It was a cold winter night, the fallen leaves crackled under my stealthy footsteps. It didn't take long for my eye to stop the target. Poor guy, he's going to have to die. I positioned the rifle, steadied my trigger finger, and got ready to fire.
Until, his eyes met mine. His soft cocoa colored eyes gazed over my own, and a smile appeared on his face. Dimples exposed, and gaze fixed on me! Is he mad, confused, or retarded? I'm about to shoot and he smiles?
Slowly he makes his way toward me. Within three, or so, minutes he was at the roof of the town city library with me. Staring and dimpling me. what an unusually charming guy he is, I thought to myself. He moved closer, and closer.
His arm gently, and swiftly rose to lower my weapon. Before i knew it, the collar of my shirt was hooked by his masculine hands.
I could feel the thumping of my heart, the smell of his breath. Slowly, but surely, I was lured by him, into his arms.
When our lips finally met, I could swear I felt a spark. I could also feel my friend from downstairs coming alive, if you know what I mean. His touch sent a calm heat through my veins. Exhilaration heated me as it ran through me with every graceful movement of his. I'd never felt so wonderful, in more ways than one.
I unfurled myself from his arms, and rose to my feet. I slowly bent over for a goodnight kiss. After a smooch here & there, I was satisfied. His eyes began to flicker, but before he could open them his fate was sealed.
My pretty pink feather pens were driven straight into and through the man's eye sockets. The blood spat from his eyes, and continued spewing as he tried to yell for help through the blood pouring in his mouth. It didn't take long before he'd began drowning in a pool of his own blood.
I moved, slowly and calmly, up and down his body. My footsteps traced the circumference of the man. Inhaling the smell of freshly spilled blood. From my bag, I grabbed the prettiest athame in my possession. He deserved to go out in style, I mean he was great in bed. With the athame in hand, I swiftly struck his groin area. Immediately penetrating through the skin, I ripped through the lush body of the man. Drawing a circle with the athame around his cock, I then plucked out the entire meaty area. Hearing him squeal in agony made my lips curl into the sweetest smile you ever did see.
I walked over to my beloved, and treasured, rifle and shot straight through his heart. The sex was great, but it had not been great enough to spare his life. I'm such a romantic.
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Malevolent words enveloping our self worth
Heading forth
And through us
Engulfing our dignity, eradicating our trust
Benevolence losing it's touch
For it couldn't offer us much
It is gone forevermore
Not to be trifled with evermore
Derogation of benevolence
Inauguration malevolence
Fallen into a mirror universe, inverted morals
Unraveled Pandora's box of troubles
Insecurities concealing the reality
The walking corpses illusions necromancy
Guilt, fear, and hatred build the grudge
Malevolent forces puppet your moral judge
Emergence of the malevolent thoughts lead to the exorcise of the gracious
Blinded by the irresistibility of the auspiciously
The misplacement thought to have been the destruction of benevolence
A light sparks within the inside, a secret gratuity
The irrigable, never-ending flow of the malevolent thoughts sharpens the dart
Mind so wicked, too shrouded to feel the true benevolence of the heart
Too accidie, too vain to see the distress they bring to one another
Dart flung through the ticker leads to the death of a brother
Shwangggg!
Been shot down by a brother of the malevolent family
Killed by a part of your own gang
No one to say goodbye to thee
So wicked, so malevolent
The inner destruction of anything benevolent
Led to thy own inner, outer, and self destruction
Too late for any redemption
The imbalance of malevolent and benevolent forces tide over the sorrow
Always repressed and put off for tomorrow
Until there is nothing further for another tomorrow
A grave without a single flower
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MalevolentEd / Blog
Romanticism
It was a cold winter night, the fallen leaves crackled under my stealthy footsteps. It didn't take long for my eye to stop the target. Poor guy, he's going to have to die. I positioned the rifle, steadied my trigger finger, and got ready to fire. Until, his eyes met mine. His soft cocoa colored eyes gazed over my own, and a smile appeared on his face. Dimples exposed, and gaze fixed on me! Is he mad, confused, or retarded? I'm about to shoot and he smiles? Slowly he makes his way toward me. Within three, or so, minutes he was at the roof of the town city library with me. Staring and dimpling me. what an unusually charming guy he is, I thought to myself. He moved closer, and closer. His arm gently, and swiftly rose to lower my weapon. Before i knew it, the collar of my shirt was hooked by his masculine hands. I could feel the thumping of my heart, the smell of his breath. Slowly, but surely, I was lured by him, into his arms. When our lips finally met, I could swear I felt a spark. I could also feel my friend from downstairs coming alive, if you know what I mean. His touch sent a calm heat through my veins. Exhilaration heated me as it ran through me with every graceful movement of his. I'd never felt so wonderful, in more ways than one.
I unfurled myself from his arms, and rose to my feet. I slowly bent over for a goodnight kiss. After a smooch here & there, I was satisfied. His eyes began to flicker, but before he could open them his fate was sealed. My pretty pink feather pens were driven straight into and through the man's eye sockets. The blood spat from his eyes, and continued spewing as he tried to yell for help through the blood pouring in his mouth. It didn't take long before he'd began drowning in a pool of his own blood. I moved, slowly and calmly, up and down his body. My footsteps traced the circumference of the man. Inhaling the smell of freshly spilled blood. From my bag, I grabbed the prettiest athame in my possession. He deserved to go out in style, I mean he was great in bed. With the athame in hand, I swiftly struck his groin area. Immediately penetrating through the skin, I ripped through the lush body of the man. Drawing a circle with the athame around his cock, I then plucked out the entire meaty area. Hearing him squeal in agony made my lips curl into the sweetest smile you ever did see. I walked over to my beloved, and treasured, rifle and shot straight through his heart. The sex was great, but it had not been great enough to spare his life. I'm such a romantic.
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Malevolence & Benevolence
Malevolent words enveloping our self worth Heading forth And through us Engulfing our dignity, eradicating our trust
Benevolence losing it's touch For it couldn't offer us much It is gone forevermore Not to be trifled with evermore
Derogation of benevolence Inauguration malevolence Fallen into a mirror universe, inverted morals Unraveled Pandora's box of troubles
Insecurities concealing the reality The walking corpses illusions necromancy Guilt, fear, and hatred build the grudge Malevolent forces puppet your moral judge
Emergence of the malevolent thoughts lead to the exorcise of the gracious Blinded by the irresistibility of the auspiciously The misplacement thought to have been the destruction of benevolence A light sparks within the inside, a secret gratuity
The irrigable, never-ending flow of the malevolent thoughts sharpens the dart Mind so wicked, too shrouded to feel the true benevolence of the heart Too accidie, too vain to see the distress they bring to one another Dart flung through the ticker leads to the death of a brother
Shwangggg! Been shot down by a brother of the malevolent family Killed by a part of your own gang No one to say goodbye to thee
So wicked, so malevolent The inner destruction of anything benevolent Led to thy own inner, outer, and self destruction Too late for any redemption
The imbalance of malevolent and benevolent forces tide over the sorrow Always repressed and put off for tomorrow Until there is nothing further for another tomorrow A grave without a single flower
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