Re-CreationA Poem by Commanda PandaWhat am I doing up after the witching hour? I’m calling to the gods for more tainted power. I horde it in my body like a squirrel hordes nuts, And when I finally use it the world will be devoured. I want to bring a darkness the world has never seen. Like Martin Luther King I also have a dream. Every time I close my eyes I hear a dead man scream. I’ll blanket the world in things considered obscene. Some might call me Satan, but I’m never at odds With any of the angels or your Christian god. You think you know what’s up but don’t connect the dots. You think your earthly leaders really call the shots? You think that you can judge me based on your beliefs? Your narrow minded thoughts matter the least. © 2013 Commanda Panda |
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1 Review Added on June 16, 2013 Last Updated on June 16, 2013 AuthorCommanda PandaDEAboutCommanda Panda is a screenwriter and owner of indie film company Commanda Panda Productions. At one time he was more of a poet and lyric writer, but now he only writes poems and lyrics from time to ti.. more..Writing
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