Poem One
It is unknown what lies before me
For the first time I am truely alone
Surrounded by my family after all this time
I have never been so distant.
Take the road less traveled.
Walk down the path many have gone
Many have come back from where you have been
I have never had so many possibilities in front of me, but yet to have none
available to me.
Poem Two
I am a Jedi
Unlike my father before me
I would butcher a village of innocents with no regrets
I would slaughter the children and bathe in their blood.
My lightsaber is a weapon, and with each ellegant cut I make
I want to revel in the creation of near perfect energy and destruction
The Darkness that clouds me from your eyes
Is that I draw from when all I have is my lightsaber
I enhance my strength, not for a leap
But to pick up your frail neck and slam you against the wall
When will I ever be redeemed?
Do I care if I will be redeemed?
Do I even remember the words to the Code?
I am a Jedi Master, but not of the ways of the Force
But the self destruction of my own soul.
Poem Three
Another explosion, another pay check
Another pay check, another empty meaningless day
Exitentialist bullshit I say
I don't know why I do exist, only that I do.
There is no purpose some days
And when I find that purpose, it is taken from me
I think Satan and God have conspired to make me the new Job.
But what if I don't want to play their game anymore?
What if I want out?
I guess next time, I'll make sure I plant the bomb
In the heart of the planet.
Poem Four
The Monsters that chase me in my dream are not the ones that I've seen
before
Dragons, Sith Lords, Ugly Crackheaded Muppets, Demented Dogs
They are palpable. They are faceable
What happens when one has a nightmare and all one sees is themself?
Poem Five
I look at the stranger on the street and think fool
Rushing about to some meaningless job
I wonder if you'd give me $100 just to break your neck.
I bet it would upset you more if it was to kill your dog or cat.
But I bet I could talk you up to $1000 to kill your signficant other
Fool . I'd do it for free
Your precense annoys me
Quit breathing my air. Quit wasting my resources
You gluttonous yuppy soccer mom whore
If you didn't suck dick so hard, your husband would've kept fucking your
friend
And then she'd be his wife and you'd be turning tricks on this street corner.
But you and your gas guzzling SUV whorish greed disgust me.
How does it feel to owe your entire life because you swallowed?
Poem Six
Why? What do you want?
Is there any end to the suffering inside this world?
Evil has to exist for good to be known.
I'm evil
I'm hate
Anger
Despair
Think I care if you ever look upon my face?
I'd be impressed if you did, see your destruction in my eyes
My contempt reflected right back into your face.
Do you understand the joy of pure anger?
The tides that wash over you and invigorate you to destroy?
The power, the pure ecstasy of punishing some one?
The amount of pleasure you get from warping the brain
To see my own pleasures manifest in you.
Poem Seven
Rome. A joy in stabbing my friend Ceasar in the back
Jerusalem. Foolish of me, but He said do it to fullfil what is written
Gaul. The heads I placed on pikes.
Scotland. Hanging the farmers from their barns
New Spain. A sneeze that murdered thousands.
Berlin. The paranoia against my own aides.
Is there no end to the madness?
Is there no end to the destruction?
Will we ever learn?
Poem Eight
Clang. Bash. Boom.
The war rages on
The two bull elephants trample the grass.
Neither side cares about the results.
Who am I? What do I want?
I don't know. I just don't know!
Destroy me, isn't that what you want?
It never was about what is best for me
Just as long as the other side didn't win.
Boom. Bash. Clang.
Strenght through conflict
The new grass grows back stronger
Your benefit was this all for.
Well who the hell are you? What is that you want?
Let me figure it out on my own, free from your control
If i fail it's my failure. If i succeed it's mine.
This ensures neither side will win.
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