Sadistic Court Room

Sadistic Court Room

A Poem by Kriston

As we sit here, in this lonely court room,

Judge demands how do you plead.

Guilty your honor, shall I pay for my sins.

Killing spree, over a thousand.

Lay in flowered coffins.

Six feet under. Hand dug graves.

 

Jury: This man's insane, why bother to be tried.

Judge: Decide his faith and right to a fair trial.

Defendant: To show you all the error of your ways.

Judge: *sits down with a grievous smirk.*

Defendant: Humans' demonstrate, no kindness for one another,

I will bring down a post apocalyptic war on your heads.

The likes of which God himself would agree biblical.

All of you, would kill one another for what they have.

Listen to my voice as I speak.

Shudder as I breathe.

This is the moment you will die.

 

Judge: What are you rambling about now.

Defendant: Thank you your honor. I love the way this feels.

Your blistering scorn. For the human being I am.

More will recognize I have started a trend.

Killing for the sake of purity.

There can only be peace in times of pain.

Al poison your water source,

Destroy your hospitals.

And murder your children.

For all of you deserve this pain.

Joker nor Hitler, would be no exception.

Fairness to all,

Eye for an eye. Right?

 

Jury: Convict him now, he confessed in the court.

Defendant: I waved my right to a Lawyer.

Judge: Your sentence will be death.

Defendant: Fine by me. Give me these last seconds.

Before taking me away.

You retched, Puisne insignificant race.

Why do your eyes water.

When one dies, but millions suffer.

Convict me am guilty of the crime.

You all will still die.

I made a difference,

It takes one man to start anarchy.

This chaos will swallow you all.

*In the midst of the court room silence brewed*

Random man: Outside, hundreds of people are dying,

Each one killing themselves, some dying on the spot.

Cold the went,

Some burst into flames.

And hearts gave out.

Bullets flew but no one shot them.

 

Judge:What's going on out there?

Defendant:I didn't say that I had not already begun my plan.

*Racing to the Sheriff, taking his gun and pointing to his head*

There will be others, just like me,

I will watch you all suffer.

As you pitiful people try to revert my chaos.

There will be person who see my view.

I will be remembered.

I will suffer no more.

My plan is full filled.

Now you all will die with your unforgiving sins.

I know where I am going for this.

So i will see the rest of you in hell.

*After he shot himself, splattering his brains against the wall.

As it came to past persons followed in his words and soon this world

Will bow and drop to its knee's* You will burn. I will watch. We all Die!

© 2012 Kriston


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Kriston
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your spelling needs work, I found myself having to correct as I read to make sure I got what you were saying, but in the process, I had to reread many of the lines and that kept me from connecting and seeing the images you laid out before me.
I found it hard to understand, the "*"s for starters, who's thoughts are those? This looks like you just wrote it, with no idea where it was going, like maybe you were angry and wanted people to feel that. Unfortunatly, because I was confused I just felt like you were trying to get into the head of your character, you didn't actually know him, which you have to do to make a story, of any kind connectable to the reader.
So I think you should really go back, reread it, make a couple of adjustments and request it to me again, I think if you take some time to really make the connection to the character, the connection to me (the reader) can therefore be made.
Dreya

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Kriston
Kriston

East, Trinidad and Tobago



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