Immortality

My thoughts are sickened,
I'm the Product of a God descendin',
I'm the object that you thought you saw your dog was sensin',
Apocalyptic murder is protrudin' through my thoughts depicted,
Hate's the image of the truly gifted,

I look up but there's nothin to see,
From my perspective,
Cuz god looks up to me,
Above the heavens,
Beyond the place you'll reach,
The sun ingested,
It rests in my being,
Immortality-




-the Master of Chaos

Reviews

[Alexanda Corrin]

Interesting. I like how you've set out this poem, your words are very impacting and you draw on pop culture very well. I also like the language you've used, and the use of bold, as it makes me read this poem hurriedly conveying the frightfulness well.
AC

[theMASTERofCHAOS]

thanks for the read...appreciate the feedback and i'm glad you enjoyed it