Best Poems Written by Sally Green

Along With The Thunder

Verse 1:

How invasive—so intrusive! 
I hate the way you do these things
How pervasive — and perverted! 
While you’re out there still perusing
Your intentions — all infected! 
You’ll never stop at looking. 


Verse 2:
Go ahead — Just give in! 
Sitting pretty — loudly vain
Already tempted, so profane 
Now my patience splits in twain!


Pre-Chorus:

I warned you once, I’ve warned you twice,
But now look! You've rolled the dice,
The game is done; your time is shot,
Cause, whether you like it or not—
So begins the slaughter.


Chorus:

I’ll take you round the corner’s bend, 
And strike like lightning, sharp to end.
I didn't come to play pretend! 

I say - I'll drag you round the bend!
Strike fast, just like a Viper!
Watch you stumble, take a tumble,
I will laugh like rolling thunder.


Verse 3:

It’s not enough you stare me down,
You reach for more and take the crown
You’re rude and lewd  - so delusive,
Bold and cold, and so abusive.

 
Verse 4:
My blood begins to boil and rush, 
From heart to veins— too much to bear! 
From veins to brain, it floods my mind, 
This madness grips me in a snare! 
I am not insane!  Let me explain!


Pre-Chorus:

I warned you once, I’ve warned you twice,
But now look! You've rolled the final dice.
The game is done; your time is shot,
Cause, whether you like it or not—
So begins the slaughter.


Chorus:

I’ll take you round the corner’s bend, 
And strike like lightning, sharp to end.
I didn't come to play pretend!

I say - I'll drag you round the bend!
Strike fast, just like a Viper!
Watch you stumble, take a tumble,
I will laugh like rolling thunder.


Verse 5:
The slaughter starts!
Coming left, coming right,
Feel it crash like waves tonight.
The slaughter starts!
Snakes will swipe,
Eyes aglow; set to bite.


Verse 6:
The slaughter starts! 
If I were you, I’d place a bet—
Cry all you want, but don’t forget, 
There’s no escape, no safety net!


Verse 7:
And at last, when I am
Finally! Fully! Through with you,
You’ll pay the price — long overdue.


Verse 8:
My wrath is molten, mercy cold
So I confess—no grace to hold 
I won’t pardon you as God, 
For here, on earth, I see only the fraud—
Your soul and spirit far too flawed.


Verse 9:
The truth is laid bare and plain,
In your soul, there lies a stain,
On either side of eternity,
You are nocent — eternally.


Verse 10:
No more innocence to take
It's not your soul, but bones I'll break!
That's a promise sealed in fate,
Now meet your end — you worthless rake!

Copyright © Sally Green | Year Posted 2025