Dissension

Dissension

A Poem by ZackSnow9
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Anger moved into a masking disrupting act of carrying on in life to give an Impression that is untrue. Forbidden and a foul taste of disregard to mankind.

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A taste of massacre sliden out on
into a country that most people agrees
a place where they see things one way in
one agreeing unit, is pleasure like desert
in the mouth of a man who suddenly
has the mouth of odor.
Just as it could be millions of reasons
why this mans mouth stunk with
Such thirstyness, like for instance what the users would label
as having munchies, there could be millions of different
reasons why this one way seeing conutry
just became the target: maybe because they
pissed off residual neighbors, got into
a debate in the media and one of the
soldiers against them has had enough,
Maybe its just their dam turn to burn from
Such idiocracy isolation that god uprooted,
or maybe because, or more like its because one
male who walked amongst them and inhabitanted
himself in their way of their world, had enough
like when a mentalist blows up his school
to wake them up. To let them know how serious
he was when he attempted to get help and attention.
They ignored, babblef on and grunted.
So he got their attention through terrorism.
From this males crying out beggening to his
final stage as he comes to walk out in the public
and firstly placed in his classroom on the morning
before reporters were antcy in histeria
As they were when the other guy mimicks
the jews blowing up the twin tower, for his attention, perhaps for
some other reason than the jews of course and even this male,
his mask was on, eyes were on him, and they all
tryed to act as if they werent afraid: but he could see it in their eyes
they were.
Like a fist clinching up because of joy and angee combined
like a smiling psycho
shroomed in the chair in the corner of his basement surrounding knives
and the thoughts of, as he looks into outside world anxiously,
this is what they get.
After class, people would walk passed as he would say certain things
to them. The more he remained the more the people
were starting to look at eachother, confused.
I don't get it. He is scared. I just saw him.
No he's not he's just crazy. No he just saved me from
These boys outside that were peverted. No he's just young and dumb.
days went on. The buzzers kept going. The frustration kept growing.
the sides began to take place. Then his instigation became
Opened. It was almost as if no one knew how to
manafe themselves in his presence except they tool what he said
To heart: when telling the right and wrong people became possible.
The following morning, class began, eyes ravled around and
arguments began and then fights that drizzled down into
A chaotic outbreak in school as the male walked around it all,
smiling like a sheep devil. The teacher tried stopping him
but he shut the door and flimmed the ignition
of his lighter to the ground he liquidized with fluid
and did this to every room until he walked out the school
And watchex it burn into its
Little hole he made for them.
He could remember hearing the laughing, then the confusion, sad
faces, the fear, the silence he spread, then, well and now their fall.
In his mind he recalls his medical doctor saying
your not sick, whatever your going through is something
spiritual and it is eating you alive. Someday someone
will understand.
He says to himself, well now they will understand.
he waited for the cops, for the handcuffs for the ride, the
court wait, the interview and finally and lastly the media.
The media making a big thing about it, to his happiness,
We have one teacher here that was sick that morning and luckily
one who actually survived it as she ran out and left the area for help
, they pester him, nobody knew what was going on with hin.
He showed no signs.
But something was bothering him. But we all have trouble
it doesn't mean we let it trouble others.
To his understanding, human trouble was normal but when
spiritual it wasn't. Something had to be done. No one believed him
To his own oppression he was forsakened to.
But nothing was done, so that's why I stirred up confusion mam,
he ventfully admits in his interview.
He got his attention through dissension, mimicking the devil.

© 2014 ZackSnow9


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ZackSnow9
ZackSnow9

New York, NY



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I'm zack. A cool lay back person. Ridgeway, can of paint, muscling weights; living the great drawings of an artist interested in the people who believes, sees, fills, understands and obeys God kind.. more..

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