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