Lets Get Bloody With Rhymed Poems

ON BEHALF OF TKB
princesa
with your quota
of bloody poetry atide
it seems to be me
I smell pride
dripping from your cunny pen
like the graceful sword
of knights at bay,

better you leave
tkb and comely dive
for preys that quiver
thirstily for viscious blood
princess karashika
if  they even
preys at all,

dive tall and fall
for they await splashed
on concrete floor that head
of yours that pours fully
the rhyming poems of hate and pride…

@Oreshade
thank u very much. may God always come to your rescue
amen!

karishika
u cannot do anything to me
all your bloodsucking skills cant work.

even your spirit is a tasty meal
keep running your carcass jaw
my dogs should me help me out here

that my dear,
is adding salt to the already salted stew
and stop smiling too, in Hades, smiling is a big offence even for spirits

offcourse you aint my dear you are my deer so to speak
bring those juicy blood for me suck
hope you are on diet too

witches dont chat with their prey na
you should be oozing blood not chatting
or wriggling in pain not tryin to bribe a witch
be warned


^{p.s am at work cant chat, just add me we will chat when am online my yim}

CORONACH TO PRINCESA
as the moon was looking

at mid night just after dusk
deep in the thick forest arch

I lay beneath the shrubs
to see well screams
of a nude witch with scars

dwindle in the hades
slowly slowly splinters
of ichor dawn the forest
and the life still lingers right

so she screams so fright
that her dreadful soul walks to the hades
but it sourfully lingers
ungone swaying aback

tkb again stands
over her and thrusts
repeatedly in  her navel
a sharp rod to pull

her curly abdomen
so she cried with pain
as it curled itself out

with blood dripping
on the dusty sands

even then she wasn't dead

for she is a witch
tkb again thrusts

his blunt sword
by her nipples
to cut off

fountain of blood
pour on trees
and on tkb's face
wet and tough

but she still cries
for her vicious life
to walk away fast
like the cool comet
in the clear clouds

now flat her breasts lay

but tkb still
feared she could
live so he struck
right in her lips
of screams
the sword
which pierced
her neck
right
in
the soil
to hook
down
her life
and
her dreadful
screams,

Oreshade
man, ure the best!!!

ill give u my sister if ure not married
thanks

this is a sequel to your everlasting pain man

A witch never dies
Not because she’s eternal
Or that those axe piercing her heart
Aint worth the damage to make her die
But because she’s got more of her transposed on every one
And each day there is a harvest of soul
Not only in Syracuse but the world in whole

Now you’ve got the talent
Bloody red to the palette
A good wizard option
But never! You are better sucked on
Slit nipple, torn breast, blood oozing
Is a sweet-pain, fun better with its dozen
A witch might pluck her eyes
Just to add more blood to the game
While his _(Tkb) axe cut through her heart
Her fellows clap to the pain
Don’t you get it? It’s a continuous ritual
Whether on her or on some prey, it’s so very mutual

I see you a die hard one
This to them is a test to their effect
Cos now killing you won’t bring the game
No! Neither adds to the play
Not even initiation to Hades
Though you possess their in built trait
That is revenge, bloodiness, incessant hunger for avenge
We will never have an uncleanse mixed with the pure breed
So they have a better plan with you
Hold your breath, and wait for their return


how do you like them now

OH! YOU CAN EASILY TRANSFER YOUR EMOTION OF FEAR TO MOI
ITS ONLY NATURAL, ATLEAT A LAST CHANCE AT FEELING ON TOP OF THINGS
BUT ENJOY your FREEDOM WHILE IT FUCKING LAST

its actually the other way round
but i dont give a hoof of what he does or you do
and go call babalawo
but best assured that we are in the same line,
but one might over-rule others

if you mean my signature
ohwell, you know guyz for whom they are, if you dont take
very harsh action, they wont know you are serious and comply

very bloody keep it up
but i wonder why u neva come with revenge but avenge
yours up soon

dont run join in the bloody fun

sure,
the witch dnt mind suck . . . . .  ._{on blood}
or cuddle . . . . . _{your dried bone}
or kiss . . . . _{in their numbers, the blood dripping from your heart}
but one thing,
the witches dont mix pleasure with pain
and if you want their protege . . . . _{surviving female}
you pay with your blood and shrills 

 i wish i am sorry
but being possesed  _{in this thread only}
am not