Heart of HateA Poem by Justin LittlefieldI'm me, I'm you, it's them, I'm us, I'm man, I'm everywhereStanding near the ledge of the clock tower’s spire Looking over the edge, down to limitless hours of fire Hell awaits me there, I’m seduced by the final plummet To fall as the darkest did from Heaven’s starkest summit. I must first reflect, before I make the Luciferic leap And plunge into life next, into a sick eternal sleep. Have I brought enough suffering? More than ever caused by one? I must repent and ask the dark lord to forgive the good I’ve done. For what it’s worth, I haven’t always praised malevolence. There was a time when I saw pure, raised in cultivated benevolence. But how can one manage to live in such a state of denial? The world broke my smile, it made me vile and homicidal. I look at all innocence and foresee defilement I hate this race, this terminal virus to Earth’s environment Forests stormed by machines, swarmed by laden locusts forcing forward Pollution of oceans and streams from factories dead fish are floating toward People being butchered over age, weight, gender, sexuality, and race Haven’t shotguns proven we all share the same pulp beneath our face? We’re all the same s**t, the same intelligent heaps of feces We deserve nothing more than an eradication of our species Love is diseased, the virtue man most damnably smothers How a devoted father is cheated on by his child’s mother, who fucked fifteen others A boy’s laugh turns to sadistic rapist’s cackle When he one day grows up to sodomize a decaying corpse in shackles Wars wasting millions, waged in the name of corruption, wealth, and greed Great men died, rivers ran red so that Sapien slaves wouldn’t be freed Nuclear fusion dismantling cities in single consumptive blasts One flash, reducing empires to ash, obliterating populations amassed These are but few of the reasons our race has turned me into the monster I’ve become Our reprobate place in the universe, indicates it’s our time to return where we came from If all is hopeless and we are helpless to sin, since we can’t win, Dying is our destiny, so join in, and commit to all that man has ever been… I’ve slaughtered daughters, martyred fathers, and honored carnage galore! Dismembered, burned churches to ember, worshiped under the God of gore! Raped, mouths taped, served perverse means of breaking chastity I've beaten babies brutally, marauded graves, forsook fetuses, and breathed blasphemy Spreading disease across continents and seas, disseminating unspeakable adversities Bludgeoned my grandma's skull, bashing brain though she begged, "PLEASE!" I steal from the poor and give to myself I have a collection of hearts kept in jars on my bedroom shelf Stealthily, I stalk women from the shadows of their home Watching in the window, mouth frothy with foam. Until lust consumes me, then, in an instant I strike. Inflicting with the dick, thrusting her like a spike. I am among you, set free from the penitentiary. My backyard is a miniature cemetery. My tongue is subliminal I turn kids into criminals I could go on, but I'll keep this list minimal. Enough! I jump and fall toward the worthless earth Reversing birth, I’ll burn in Satan’s infernal hearth. With speed, I’m freed, I’ll bleed Indeed, But who am I, is the question asked, while wind hits my hair I’m me, I’m you, it’s them, I’m us, I’m man, I’m everywhere.
© 2015 Justin LittlefieldAuthor's Note
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorJustin LittlefieldLas Vegas, NVAboutI'm Justin, 24 years old, out of Las Vegas, NV. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, it matured with me, became something entwined in my spirit. Reading almost any piece of mine you may de.. more..Writing
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