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Charles Peschel Poem
I call this
Suicide Note
By RebelpJones
Drastic measures dismantle your mind,
Theres only one way out,
These are thoughts of only your kind,
You see different shades of goodbye, in disfigured designs,
Youe tired of the worlds sick disease,
The pollution of the war that your mind breathes,
And every time the light shines dark is all you see,
You have no mentors or hero's,
So therefore no one is who you think you will be,
Your mentality is what makes you weak,
And once you climb out of the dark,
Knowkedge is what you'll seek,
Until then you'll be society's little freak,
A consistent pound of hammering trying to break a mental blockade,
Confusion brings your heart feelings,
From a high to a low,
The battle within you conquered,
No one recognises, like no one knows,
So whats the use of reaching goals,
So you live alone in a dark dark world,
Where no one understands how you feel,
Or the things you see through mangled eye's,
People dont even realise,
You don't mean some of the things you do,
It's something in your inner self that takes control of you,
Something happens that really helps you,
And then your time comes naturally,
And not by a labled sickness that takes your life away from you.
Copyright © Charles Peschel | Year Posted 2017
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Charles Peschel Poem
If Your God Was Short
By RebelpJones
The swinging doors of Hells cage
Aint been rotated in some time
by nothing interesting
Not till that gentle giant
Come to challenge
wit with heart
and size.
You see you evil beast
some call you Satan,
and some call you God
Well sir I call you none
You have looked
down upon me
as if I was small
Far to long
Until I come to your
Impressive house
To bare witness of
such great stature
I think not
Or to bare witness
of a small mans
Wizardry that
put a cursed spell
On humanity,
Not my thoughts
exactly
Ive spent an eternity
Attempting to
be befitting
To popular beliefs
Well I tell you what
Your witchery is up
I'll no longer be a fool
Be told exactly what to do
Fore the way I see it
I'm up in your house
proving bigger than you.
Proving to be a
bit of a challenge
The beast becomes
enraged and savage
As he rips in anger
The left horn from
His head
And stabbed it
through the
giants chest
I now walk with
the devils horn
Burnt deep all
the way through
to my back.
Copyright © Charles Peschel | Year Posted 2017
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