Lend me your ears, not of body but soul
I speakth truth not made fear, my goal
Hadit, Nuit! Pleasure be thy name
Doomsayer be not lost,
I hear the war drums of the Celtic frost
The time be near! Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
O fair lady, Dressed in whoredom
Be it your restrictions that causeth you boredom
But, your still a whore
God’s gentle taker of seed
Lust’s greed, your only time freed
But you succeed...
I have seen the skies shatter, incandescent rotten shards
To make the seas a frothy batter, tangent with societies lard
Excess thy weight, lament!
Thy souls tortured gate, you distill and ferment
Become Bacchus’s elixir to the dead
You whom scuffs, wearer of diamond cuffs
You walk by, too high, even though you cant admit
Your just another guy
Your like me, another creature, Universe’s main feature
Yet, I digress
Mountains speak, Titan’s ever present watchers
I know what the snake seeks! Liquid knowledge pure as water
Grasses grow black, soot from gasses
Farters of filth, wearers of silk, eaters of rotting milk
Know thy name! Babacoc-Raduit!
Hoot be the owl in midnights dreariest night
In flight, like thy soul
O, let not the sightless guide you in your way
God, I dare say, has none of it to weigh
O child, no longer innocent, just ignorant
Lost be you! MTV’s bigot ejaculation
It’s what has become of the nation
DAMN YOU GAS STATIONS!!!
Lacerations, 35 stitches, 1x4x9
Saros Series, Solar eclipse
Demons lips, Chen prime
CXLIX, Roman slime
9, souls sublime
shit, crime
O! Lyme
Time...
Rhyme. Rhyme. Rhyme...
Rhyme. Rhyme. Rhyme. Rhyme...
Rhyme....
I saw the rhyme!
In the aeons of water pooled time
Oblivion!
See the lily scarlet kingdom
Bound in chains no longer weighted down freedom
Ignorant and dumb, for some, pasty deity cum
basking in the...
Rhyme...
Muse and fused with self cutting abuse
Loose thy shell or it be hell for you
Not Tartarus, for us, no
Get no snow, just painful and slow
Demon lust blow, for grow
Growing!
Rhyme...
I saw the rhyme in the waste of oblivion
No more time, no distance, or universal fence
Repentance, fallacy no repent
For heaven sent bodies
Saw the folly...
Rhyme...
Rebelled and so it made..
It was HELL!!!
Sulfur, brimstone...
Alone, forlorn like the ghost
Boast, exclaim!
The name...
Rhyme...
Silver and blue
Awesome hue!
Seraphim, knowledge
Dean of rebelling college
I saw this!
Rhyme...Rhyme...Rhyme...
Author notes
Mwahahahaha! Flinch, Finch, stinch?
A contest entry
- Round #5762 - Oration of the Mad Prophet!!!!! by Great Cthulhu.
525 points, ended May 17, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Thank you for your entry in the contest. This is a very unusual and interesting piece that we have read a couple of times. We did feel that it was a bit on the long side and there was too much repetition, but it was a pleasure to read.
All the best
Sue and Jeff
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I thought this was brilliant until after the fifth stanza, then it took a turn for me. I didn't care for the repetion, it seems a bit more like brillance falling through a tangent. I dunno, but you had me until then.
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Rhyme sublime?
Hands down with maddening clown hanging about town. This is an impressive commentary on our crazy modern life, well done. I love the imagery in these lines: "Thy souls tortured gate, you distill and ferment
Become Bacchus’s elixir to the dead" - very powerful. I like to see a more complete proofread before submission, a couple spelling errors. Keep your pen to the page and thanks for entering!
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Woah!!!!! That was nuts. I feel like rhyming just to spite something of another....LOL.. Very Cool
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Nothing crazy as a mad prophet! Love the insane froth at the mouth and the way you worked in 1X4X9. GREAT job!
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Thanks, I don't know if I got the 1x4x9 that he wanted. But, I tried.
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Lovely rant! I could listen to this loony all day long, just as long as he keeps slipping into Rhyme...
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Thank you so very much! I pictured a bum I ment while in a holding cell in Phoenix AZ. Oh, the 5 year stank did he have...Crazy hair pointing in all directions, a beard not unlike our judge and best of all...He keeped on slipping in these rhymes. About Goerge bush and gas and all sorts of things. It was great. He was the inspiration on this one.
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