Phantoms of Poets Thought Lost

Here's something some of my old friends will remember quite well, my shitty attempts at poetry. These are all the way back from tenth grade, when I was into death, scatology, and religious imagery. This shows my evolution from depressed Gothic poet, to depressed, alcoholic misogynist.

Sacrifice for Sacrifice

Massacre for Massacre
Sleeping in gutters,
Dig your face into the dirt
as we hide our heads in shame
from the Portrait of Ruin we paint with
Blood... Spit... and Shit
Come to end, oh, father War
So my may abandon our fortresses

Jihad, Our Messiah

Jihad! Jihad!
Begging pride for our life
Respect through violence
Jihad, Jihad!
Do you know the price for calling my name?
The bodies I will feast on
Fluids I will drink
Denying the children of the love they crave
Jihad, Jihad!
Birth of Famine
Our Faiths create you for they cannot coexist in this sphere
When one is left will you stay
Even when we beg?
Jihad! Jihad!

The Lord and The Lost

The Bride of Christ has cursed us
With the blight of promiscuity
In mind we are still golden eagles
In body we are crows
There is no room for God in the Kingdom of the Lost
As there is no room for us in the House of the Lord
Children of the Descent
Make your pulse felt under the cloth of damnation
Burn your lungs on the force of blasphemy
Lord, we've lost you.- Bryce "Fetus" Jenkins