Verses for the Damned
Originally written sometime in March 2023.
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“Rage Against the Machine”
A signal is unraveling across the world; The signal holds great value to its fellow onlookers, Neither does it hold regrets nor respect To the state nor to its cookers. This signal, never perishing, Awaits its recognition; The proletarian begins their mission. The signal persists— The spectators witness its truth. All gather to join in: The men, the women, and the youth. The three unite against the leaders, As do the readers. War persists, and cries erupt From this beautiful revolt; Each cloud, now bleak, Strikes a vicious bolt. The end is nearing— The hopes of the proletarian best their foes, Who has no other feeling than sough.
2
“The House of the Unholy”
Upon the outer embankments Of the restrictive bounds of Providence Lies a manor o’ so iniquitous; ’Tis for the fellows of debauchery, Those who seek the finest of marvels given by Nature. The Lord submits pitifully— To the house with none yielding To Man’s pathetic abstain. Pleasure was the ruling edict, Prejudices were dropped, And pricks and cunts were the sole utensils Of which were wielded in the house. Who was Jesus to these voluptuaries? Nothing hinted at trifles of that fashion— After all, what would come of them? Politicians, financiers, and the like Encompassed the candidacy of the villa, Each as atheistic as the other, Undisciplined as a child, And abominable only acquainted By their distinct heroic undertakings, Nearly as great as the old tale of Scylla. Meaning, God, virtue? All had no impact on these men, Considering they prided themselves profusely With crime o’ so sublime As a blooming Scilla. Outsiders, far from the friends of our heroes, Refuse to accept Nature; Her crafts naught to the dolts. Meanwhile, submit to virtue, Revel in sacrament, And chastise themselves for falsehoods Whilst comparing themselves to be grander than our exemplars. The dolts are drunk in pitiful stupidity, Topped by the chivalry of ambitious knights. Everyone is damned for life, Whereas our marvelous friends Savored within their house of liberty, Run solely on their animal tempers.
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“What Nature Wields”
‘Tis sublime and refined, Beheld upon its onlookers; Oh, what a sight to reckon with. Nevermore has Man fathomed Providence’s caliber, Whereof only the most splendid of crimes Are conceded condoler. Timber rims, blissful aromas, A sharp point, and capricious essence Adhered to, it did. O’ Fuck the Saints! The apparatus— ‘Twas impeccable in every regard. The trumpets of the heavens cry, Their wistful beckons. Prejudices held by men Abscond in mere seconds. What savior was there? What was to suffice, If not a higher essence Bestow upon Man purpose? Has he surrendered to nullity? Or is it that virtue suffices Not of Man’s caprice? Pursue he must In unearthing that question; ‘Tis only through the pen Nature wields That Man grasps What Providence strips from him.
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“The Crimes in the Bedroom”
Marvels granted by Nature’s utensil, Whereof she flees not in her craft. Go forth, voluptuaries, into the chambers— Naught shall flee from your drunken minds! Be no fool! Bequeath no remit of your vices! Only indulge whereat erect does your shaft; The chambers shall reverberate Your debauchee kinds. Foresee the cruelest accomplishments Man could fathom in achieving within Providence; Thrice must one eject, Irreverently scorn virtue bestowed upon one, And overbrim the quarters with crime Whereof it shall reside. wherein the chambers siege confidence; Come acquainted with the edicts imposed, Then one shall be master of crimes. Friend, fear not the district Which compensates your industries; Oh! Birth heed wherewith you fancy. Spoil yourself twofold Unto the irrelevance borne by ministries. The quarters reign as your domain. Shame if you shall elide The gifts can see.
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“Philosophy of Punitive Action”
Who is it to decide Man’s fate, And stipulate upon all, Further than what one’s mephitic snout could contest? Incest disgraces our families, Sodomy violates the dear Lord’s decrees, Lust is criminal. Why serve fallacies as if they were The only laws needed to make one A sensible man rather than a savage? Not one I’ve met, Other than in a realm I so yearn for, Has given thought to this Absolute and unrestrained liberty. Judging and punishing a man For simply abiding by What Nature has instilled in him ‘Tis not simply an utter insult To his ego and might, But a crime worse Than the one I so aspire To let loose in this impudent world. Death presents itself as the only recourse One is granted To flee from this disordered world, This haven for tyrants and contradictory sheep. Whence the clutches of despotic men Desist into mere stings, I see no greater misfortune upon Man. And shall I say, Vagaries of Man never aware of Shall sprout twigs when called upon. So you, the reader, my friend, Henceforth, we prevail, The men who walk the grass Nature so bestows Earth. Nowise in time will a tyrant deceive, And no doubt will I ever, If the instant presents itself, Surrender and relinquish our seized liberty. I see no calling of remit Of what we deem as our spirits, And by the hour, I see our fateful roses Coating the vicious thorns We had to endure beforehand. Nonetheless, always see crime upon sight, And consider that operates, assuredly, A necessary motion for Nature To continue her advances, Or else this ideation of ours? But a fantasy—plain and simple.
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“The Wicked Mistress”
Reared in a clan Oh so vile, oh so wicked, oh so impious, With bouts feigned mighty, Not drifting from its post, And passions one grasps not whereof. O’ God, smite me to Hell, For I’m an entity Providence shuns. Expounds of mine shall not cease Until the bolt of the heavens Smites me to my deserved place. What unprincipled manners! Friend, do honesty— You consider her to be the same breed as your “Twould merely result in death. By what virtue shall one revere such dissolution? Ah, simply put, my friend, One is but a vile body Coated in a layer of virtue— One isn’t merely good through deposition alone. She is but a foil Of idle fancies whereof one retains. By virtue of this, One knows not their nature, Whereas the other drinks Stimulating vice heavenly. Nothing is discontinuing One’s splendid path, But rather, this sacrament Shall spur one to climactic heights. She is an ideal body to repent upon, So hold no regret for what one may achieve. Vagaries bear men do; Enact upon them The utter destruction of the statues Bounding one from satiation. And yes—she is the sole heir Nature endows me, Which no overlord Could yearn to surmount!
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“We’re But the Same Breed”
I hate none for what errors bind them, For together we lie bound by them; Solely, friend, we’re but the same breed, Known merely to make such trifles Seemingly ever so difficult. Why not appreciate the world for what it is? Why not ponder in pity? Humanity, while dark it may be, Has roses upon its thorns If one sees to it to go forth after the charm. Why do I say this? What is there to be gained By one saying idle words such as these? Friend, these words aren’t idle in the slightest! People are damned, I know, But what is there to see If one merely looks through a single lens? Look through the entirety, And one will see Far more than which once sought.
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“The World My Eyes Behold”
The world my eyes behold, Rather than what one may suppose, be as far from buoyant. We bray empty prospects, Bray virtues, Bray law— All combine to make order, Yet what runs these things be solely crime, rebellion, unrest. One foreseeing grace, No matter if they themselves Abide by the despotic commandments of virtue, Are indeed the criminals, For which they so surrender unto. O’ Supreme Creator, take me to Hell, never the despotic heavens You so preach of! Say I will, just, How cruel the heavens be! How you have yet to incinerate my vice, And by no means Will I ever consider Your thunder is the least bit frightful. My pen may be no sword, Yet it so seems To violate your spirits, To lead you to punish Your apostates In such a manner No parent would enact Upon their offspring. You see, yet realize not Ever in consideration For what actions you do, By subverting free minds And straying them Far from the depths of logic. Do what one will; Have within one Unprincipled tempers and caprice. Which shall one abide by? Nature shuns the pious men That reside upon its grass. Misfortune of this frightful world It’ll only befall them If such thinking Is permitted in their consciousness. The man who lives by his vice Will be the one who triumphs Above the virtuous, Through such means One who is righteous, Could only wish to rival.
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“A Billet-Doux to Duchess Nature”
My love, Nature, Will you ever not spare me of your grace? Pardon not the embers you bray. Let your floods be the torrents of my heart, Let your winds beckon my spirits. With your guidance, Fleeting prejudices will be no more Less than the others who renounce your stay; Unto the thorns shall you lead me, And thanks to, I further understand The lies of virtue. The peril of others is to be sought, Crime is to be achieved, Lust is to be the tyrant of it all; My blood will be spilled To appease the caprices of sin, Whilst you, my love, You will distribute all the roses You can to me. I will kiss you with my passion And concede to your despotism, Even if it pains me. For which shall I forever scrawl? In a world governed by your knowing, I see no wrong In whatever your brush Wishes to paint upon its canvas. I say to you: Your gifts please my whims Whilst indeed pursuing the highest crimes, And my mind deems it Such an honour, Which would be but only offensive to repel. Alas, my love, I will listen, Such, I’m your most staunch servant of the times; Aspiring to be a bane to mankind In favour of your poise be all the more pleasing to me, Knowing I’m A murderous and impudent animal.
Verses for the Damned © 2025 by James Ridner is licensed under CC BY-NC 4.0.