Slaughter Your WorldExcitement abounds
I almost can't wait
Relax, I don't want your baby
I already ate
Though I do tend to generally kill
Kill things that don't fight back
I see this village
What does it hold?
What shall I butcher them with
Fire or cold?
Running from me sure you'd think
'He's a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!'
I'd kill kittens and puppies and bunnies
I'd maim toddlers and teens and then more
You see a wife? I see a widow
But what then?
Can't you see?
I'd kill four!
I want to incinerate and decapitate
I want to melt
Want to melt some faces
Watching the peasants...what do they call it?
Ahh...grieve!
I suppose that being undead there's not much to life
A soul is needed for loving...feeling...
How does this all not make me...what's that word again?
Heave!
You've nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
With infinite glee
It's going to be me
That slaughters the world!
How could I glare into these eyes
And then not stab them?
How could I stare at their loss
And then not laugh?
I'd cut him in half
Then I'd graft
His head back onto his shoulders
Or after I'd lop it
I'd make a puppet
On top of a staff!
I am a lord that is sometimes bored
Have some urges and need to fulfill them
After my mayhem I simply don't...what's the word?
Care!
The stench in the air
The smell of the gore
The carnage far greater than any war
My legacy
Death becomes...me!
I'll slaughter the world
It's strange how certain things will calm someone down.
Maybe I'll post a serious piece in the next week.
Maybe.
Panic
Devious Comments
Mind you, it could be because I have that song from the Little Mermaid running through my head as I'm reading the poem...
Yeah, as if I wasn't strange enough, eh?
lol, anyways, good to see you're still writing.
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"A creative mind can be a gift and a curse, offering fantastic inspiration one moment, but wild suggestions of impending doom the next." -K-os
I claimed Walter C. Dornez from Hellsing at Bishie-Stalkers-Club! (Hahaha, he's mine biatches!)
Whatever, I was a Lion King kid.
And yes, I am writing in a sense. Today was a wake up call with poetry when I realized I was forming a poem in my head as if it were natural. (Habit doesn't seem like the right word)
IT JUST WON'T GO AWAY NOW I GUESS.
Oh wow, you wrote this on the 11th. I am terrible with responses.
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If I were a tachikoma, I'd link up to someone meditating and download enlightment.
IT WILL NEVER GO AWAY!
Cue manical laughter and thunder.
Call it raw talent instead?
Meh, its all good.
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"A creative mind can be a gift and a curse, offering fantastic inspiration one moment, but wild suggestions of impending doom the next." -K-os
I claimed Walter C. Dornez from Hellsing at Bishie-Stalkers-Club! (Hahaha, he's mine biatches!)
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