Rapture of Insanity

I wrote this when I felt a bit Insane and had a strange craving for Hidden School Wall Chicken.

COME, COME FELLOW WHY SO SHY?

WE'RE GOING TO A SPECIAL PLACE

KISS THIS BORING LIFE GOOD-BYE!!

Step. Step. The feet drag on

Like a brooding love song.

We march to our deaths with pride

Like a soldier marching to war with nothing to lose.

Smiling proudly, Head up, Back straight.

As the ancient warriors of lore.

Join us friend, let the madness wash over you like a raging river of blood!

Hehehe...You now have become one with our soul; Black as the night, stained with the sins of our future.

Soon, yes, very soon we will all be made whole.

THE WORLD SHALL BE OUR PLAYGROUND OF DEMENTIA!

Come...come...fellow why so shy?..

You're one of us now but there's a catch...

You have to die..

YEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

We shall all be caught up in the rapture..

And this world shall be...perfect.

Reviews

[al25]

I like the contradictions works well.

[Coyote Poetry]

When we allow insanity to run the world. Death is just a number. I like how you wrote the poem. Making craziness and illogical thoughts seem real and true.
"Hehehe...You now have become one with our soul; Black as the night, stained with the sins of our future."
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote