Bang
Kick
Scratch
Snarl
Slice
Lay
On
Earth
And
DIE
My trusty sword
And fists
Are good
Companions to
Begin new life
On
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They are like
Eggshells
Break easily
And
Cannot be put back together
Yeah
That's it
We stroll along
The edge of the compost
Pile
It's decaying
And attracting flies
It is time
Crucifix
Swastika
Amulet
We use All
Of these sacred
Items
On our compost
Heap
Few still have forms
We slaughtered them well
I can still catch
An arm or leg
here and there
Bloodied and
Disconnected
Ah,
I caught my mother's head
Her eyes wide
With surprise
Her mouth in
Eternal gape
Decapitated
Our flowers
Are growing well
With the
Sacred Compost
My mothers head
Will make a
Great addition.
I smile in happiness
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
