Poetry Must Die
Back with vengeance is what he cried
Out so loud it made them hide
The bad ones back so be aware
His sword just slayed the one your near
Dont pray to much for it wont help
Your pointless ranting will only speed it up
The sword of notion has your name etched on
For your spine is calling as it shimmers in the sun
I killed peace as well as hope
I killed the ones that pointlessly spoke
I got tired of the peaceful roses are red
Sick of the hopeful words of the dead
For now is your time to hear the truth
That it felt so good when my sword entered the youth
Finally I have been summoned to do the deed
For poetry is dead as I killed it unseen
It lays lifeless on the floor waiting for you to breath
It has no life anymore for you butchered its seams
Finally you will see that I did it for you
As you were killing poetry only I saw it through
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006
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