Hurt him, oblivious peasant
And the certain consequences
You will not, by any means,
Enjoy the result of my madness--- Yes, it is mad and uncalled for
But have I any intention
To understand what is considered
Good and bad, by convention?Quite right, no, I don't,
For blurred is every logical insight
In favour of the primal instinct
To tear meat apart, to fightAnyone who means any harm
To he I love with hellish passion.
Yes, for my sweet, electric love,
I am not above destruction.Hurt him, harm my sweet blade,
And my forgiveness will not
Be given to you, ever, until
In hell I see you rot.
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FanfictionThese boys may be fictional, but their stories are worth telling. Poems about Boboiboy, his seven elements, Fang, and Kaizo. I own only my poetry and headcanons; the characters belong to Monsta.