(Coup de grâce)
Oh, it’ll be so easy if only
I, in collusion with
the angels and the demons,
usurp God from heaven.
It will be a crucial coup
to overthrow God
and enthrone the Devil.
With such malice and hostility
of man toward man
it’s beneficial to let the devil
take over for a change
and let humankind destroy itself.
Brown or White or Black
Color's the coup de grace ~
~ The race to end our race...
A white-hot fire
That once raged furiously
Becomes a moribund flame
Flickering...
As it dims in the racing wind
Continually fighting
To keep on, yet steadily
Losing the battle
Til an unkind fate douses
The once smoldering heat
A lethal blow!
A white-hot fire
That once raged furiously
Now an evaporating smoke
The story of us...
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Date written and posted: 01/15/2018
Have you ever met someone in your life?
Whom after a few talks won’t get out of your head?
To the point where you cannot focus,
‘Cause you’re thinking of them instead.
Congratulations and condolences my friend
‘Cause you’ve struck gold,
A rollercoaster ride of your life
Is about to unfold.
It’s a dreadful double edged sword
In which overcommitting, you cannot afford.
Learn when to let go,
‘Cause you’ll be left crashing and burning.
Then you’ll end up wearing a façade,
But deep inside you’re silently dying.
Love doesn’t always have a happy ending,
It’ll make you do things you’ll end up regretting.
Putting effort to where it won’t be appreciated
Is like forcing yourself to someone ‘till you’re hated.
But in the end, when it’s all said and done
You must first love yourself before loving someone.
Don’t be a fool out of love
Just pray to the Man up above,
It is evident around you as you can see
That not everything is meant to be
But there is one thing that I’ve proved from my past,
That good guys, really do finish last.
________________________
Copyright © Ernest Diego Tugaff
09 September 2016
Embolden they, marching hand in hand a unison
Determined to bring down his child; Nero, Pharaoh and her
Sparrow trailed closely by their three little pigs ? Baby playing amid love's
Innocent crib unaware these, daemonicia noses pressed unto destiny's forte glass ?
Licking time's panes premogenitor's werewolves her full moon: crimson, begins it's howl
Hunch'back hallways imploding doors splintered eyes the battle cry ~ Charge....
....Bobby, juggling his infant giggling.
They all lied...
they all hid...
They are all guilty for
what they did..
you, you violent abuser...
you forfeit your name...
degraded shadowed in shame...
there is no glory in your story...
the law will catch you...
with or without your confession...
you the murderer of the twins...
two baby boys slammed into
oblivion...
this blow felt by the nation...
these lives taken,
hell your destination...
to all of you, who conspired to
the event...this so called
tight twelve...this dark secret
...this will haunt you...be prepared...
the twins your relatives
so many did not care...
...these babies you did not want...
drugs, alcohol, no job, your lot...
tick tick goes the cops clock...
...squirm you coward, you're known,
soon this unknown, revealed,
we'll get our pound of flesh,
surreal...
this nation will crucify your sin...
you will pay, you murderer of children...
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