DavidianA Poem by Evilhappywrite please read and enjoyI do not believe in you, beyond the flesh and bone,
awaits my immortal throne, all this world is ash and fallacies, you fall on knees to worship me, a
false messiah, I despise the ease with which I dominate your spiritualities, your
bodies temples and I own the lease with an iron grip on the leash, alligator tears fill a
river, no denial, half life and half a trial the grinding metal teeth, feed them your babies, until
the stump foams with the entrails like the earth has gifted it rabies insects in the meat particulates, springing forth and
given birth, their lives are the meaning your sacrifices hide I am the sword of union and unholy retribution falls
with my decision to lay down the divide I am the word of confusion and deathly distribution
crawls through my incision whenever I decide to cut a void in society, press a syringe to the vein
and interject my opinion, you’d all better hold still and keep hope open wide! We will post your heads atop the nicest parts of your
downtown offices, turn storage freezers into sarcophagi no horses herald the coming, an agent applied locally
to our violence will prepare the area, they’ll be under waves after a thorough
numbing we will carve our kingdom from asphalt and concrete,
no one can stop the foreseen before it is Cyrus will not deny us, there is one cure to the
sinful ways of thinking, treat individuality like a virus, join the cure and
stand beside us or be apart of a red sea when you see a whole army
marching through your streets, upfield in boots with one goal, shaking the
ground like we’re all wearing cleats, we’ll starve you out, believe we will
besiege you so fast you’ll break by the time the bullhorn declares no one eats,
secede defeat, you’re only programmable meat, spare the ammunition and we’ll
only stamp you out in a shipment with our feet, to let the next settlement know
they’ve been beat now decry us, we condone violence, don’t leave us in
silence, we’ll raise hell, kill your chosen, blow down your house and come back
to burn you alive after you’ve been stuck outside, frostbitten and frozen, ask
yourself if you want to bury the hatchet in your skull and wind up a missing
person so no one knows then, tell yourself it’s for your own help if you listen
when we talk and approach our sermon with your mind open. © 2020 Evilhappy |
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Added on August 13, 2020 Last Updated on August 15, 2020 AuthorEvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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