The Crime From Within
I hate the essence of you
Killing I shall not do
I will have babies a many
Teaching them my hate
Tutor them to swing the sword
You shall be beheaded
Bloody and red
Better of dead
Soon to be
I will stare into your begging eyes
As you gasp a last breath
I shall spit upon your fears
Whispering see me? I see you die
Feel my hate, the hotness of hell upon you
Your deadness I shall kick into the desert sand
There, people shall see your suffering and loss
As we dance in joy, hate is our fiesta, our raison d’etre
We love, we love to hate, if feeds us like black cancer
Now maybe your tribe shall return
You shall seek justice
Punishment
You wish to prevent my hate, the bloodshed abate
Go ahead try
Kill my babies
All of them
I shall make more, many more
My lust for hate shall create more human venom
I will fill them with the wine of my bitterness
Eternity shall be the circle... bête noir
Killing and suffering
Let all the babies die
Mine and yours
I must win, and taunt you
Hatred shall burn open the gates of hell
One day.my dream was shattered
You tossed a bouquet of flowers
At my Child's feet
He looked me in the eye
The sword passed through my soul
In shock and disbelief
As blood fed my grave
My hate faded
My life faded
My dreams died
Nothing mattered any more
My child lifted his sword
With his tongue he licked my blood
Tears became a monsoon, drowning his heart
He fell to my breast, and murmured
Dear parent
The hate must stop
I one day will dream of a child
Whom I promise you dear parent
I shall love him far more
Than I hate my enemy
I love you
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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