Poly-ticks

Preaching their maxims ,
Naked in their thongs,
They come, they slaughter
Apostles of this generation

Grounded realities 
Dreaded Confessions
But analgesic to everyone
Apostles of this generation

Executing corporal sins
Sadistic they behave
For them no mercy no pain

Just a moth of insanes
Satisfying their hunger
With authority and power
Apostles of this generation

But Now,
No more tampering with mankind
For sure carnage of apostlesis in mind
And the day is not very far
Revolution would start
And mankind would rebirth.

Reviews

[nishantshah2381]

thnx zack , i know there are many typos , i just like to pen my thoughts so always neglected that.................

but anyways these all are my old writs , will post my new poems in months to come

[Zack Burton]

Good repetition. I noticed some grammar mistakes, but that's alright. Also, a very good meaning behind it - good job.