DissensionA Poem by ZackSnow9Anger 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.
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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Added on May 23, 2014 Last Updated on May 23, 2014 AuthorZackSnow9New York, NYAboutI'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..Writing
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