Tell the Monster
Tell the monster
Tell the monster, you little coward
That it mustn’t murder
To show it eternally wretches and writhes
To show your inner maggots that crave malcontent
It mustn’t murder
To bring down all with its own misery
To give the world a taste of what they have inflicted
On such a poor, abandoned soul
Oh, deprived prey!
You were born for this man’s selfish strategy
Toward power and impertinence,
To desecrate the human body in the name of science
For one wretched worm’s pursuit of renown
Oh, murderer, you have done your damage long ago
The moment your pride turned to the innocent dead
To rob their shells in search of gold
Coward!
Abandoner!
Imbecile
Tell the monster the truth
That it murders to ravish your failures
To make your innards whimper and quiver
To sustain the guilt that has long eaten you
Since the creation of your surfaced flaw
Yes, in your arrogant aims, the murder of millions commence
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
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