The Electric Glow
High above the city streets
I thrash and roll and grind my teeth
At the atrocities down below.
I just can’t stand to be so near
The screams the cries the pain the fear
Of the weakness that they show.
I just look on with distaste
And prey upon the lives they waste
Shoving them on to death’s door.
They can’t refuse they can’t deny
They’ve met their end it’s time to die
So I step down and wage my war.
Mingled in the city streets
I use my hands I use my teeth
To send them all on down below.
Release the hate release the fear
I slice them all from ear to ear
And they all die in the electric glow.
Copyright © Harold Grimes Iii | Year Posted 2007
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