Filthy HumanA Poem by John StussySomeone needs to say it.Get a grasp on the power within Bring to the forefront your violence. What's the way you lust for blood? How many kills means enough is enough? Make the list of demons higher and higher Until it catches fire from Heaven's wrath. Manmade destruction feels better than any That can come from righteous cleansing. A third of the angels fell down into sin But they're no match for the human race. When you glare into our deepest thoughts Can you be proud of what you are? So easy to slip into the darkness and call it light, A simple matter to let some blood loose While grinning ear to ear and say it's all good. Oh don't get this all wrong bub, Hurting others just isn't enough is it? Take hit after hit, shot after shot, Mix the two and down them with a smile. How does that needle feel stuck deep in flesh? Do you feel big and bad, light and glad? Take it all in and breathe pure adrenalin. Or peraps not that but methamphetamine. Does it end yet? Haven't you died? Guess you're still a trashed up piece of s**t, Too careless to see your path of ashes, Too cowardly to pull the damn trigger on yourself. Wanna prove otherwise filthy human? Here's the gun, have your go. Good f*****g riddance. © 2009 John StussyAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on May 6, 2009 AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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