Fear and Death are our Twin of Pain
A nice conversation within the twin and me:-
Twin: can you see our faces?
Me: yeah, sure;it looks like matured poop.
Twin: do you want us to honest with you?
Me: No, I want both of you to keep bullshiting
around; till I grab your necks and strangle
continuously, till your skulls squash.
Twin: ok; that's very respectful and fearful. Don't
you have respect for us; almighty king fear and
Me: *hissing* what ever! For all I care; you both
could go drink a full bottle of acid, and knock
yourselves out; while you die of cancer, with all
due respect, idiots!.
Twin: ok, I see this our friendly conversation is
leading to no where, I guess; we will try another
fellow, that is not Nigerian, maybe someone from
Tokyo or Syria.
Me: good you know; at least both of you are
foolish enough to park up your poop faces, and try
another native dustbin bird, you could scold and
steal away so easily. It was nice meeting and
charting with you two retards. For you both; act
like illiterate witches and wizards, preaching the
word of God in hell, and selling holy water, to
winch and quench the burning fire of hell.
Twin: we like you; because you fire up our
curiosity. Can we be your friends?
Me: yeah, sure; you've just found the right hell, to
make you burn successfully.
Me: It was nice melting both of you. Baboons!
I wrote this poem,because I noticed; the less one
fears,is the more the person achieves and makes
it. So I decided to express my own way of showing
the manner in which, I fear nothing; but only God,
and I respect all whom respect is due to. So this
has made me kill the week reflex in me, and
become wildly flexible to life's abilities. I have
simply become a lability to disability.