The Poets Assasin
Morning fog that rolled in, like
A table cloth that folded in, like
Sins before we tried to hide, like
Baby boys that cry and scream high, like
This poet that sings his deadly charm, like
This poet that brings his know it all yarn, like
He sows their ears shut closed, like
A man who calls his own, like
Hitler....like
seek heil i hear his name chant loud, like
a rainbow with no gold to be found, like
seeing this world be frown with tears, like
hearing the sons of dead mothers fear, like
seek the man who killed us near like
seek heil
seek heil
seek the grim reaper seek him to sleep her
and cut his voice down so the young boys can repair
and noone will fear
this poets sincere
or so he would like you to think when its near
that dagger of truth that buried in your back
as this poet now lies on the floor, like
a dead angel does but with no one to implore, like
when the earth stopped and revolved the wrong door, like
you...
i...
seek heil nomore
he now lays dead on the pennyless life i created for your
heart....
start...
stop....
flop....
seeking seeking stalking walking
the clocks of his ancestor stopped the tic tocking
as time died with the seek heil rocking
now i fly with my doves as i am flocking
to a place where seek heil and the world stops, like
my love for the people that used their rock, like
destruction wasnt enough for post death
seek heil
seek heil
now we may all take our last breath
the poets assasin has relieved us of him
of you
of me
of love
of greed
of ......
human
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2010
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