A Little Darkness In The Light

If death had a uncle and a father, I would be their great grandfather...

If you muster the stupidity to take what already made my heart break, and leave it in the enemies sake, just because it was a piece of cake,

You cannot fathom how much my rage; will pour punishment on everyone involved, like a mouse in a cage with a snake,

You will be disolved into nothing more than fate...

Blood will fill the streets making rivers, feeding into the pits of hells gates, making a bloody big mess of a lake,

Making the world cold with the shivers of the souls they sold, when they gave up faith and tossed what I cried and begged just to hold.

You may be bold, but one day, the story told, so old the books would fold, flipping a page on the great; age of a mans rage when you crippled his heart, ripping apart what made him whole...

You sold her soul, so my sole goal,

The emptiness in my heart that she replaced and made me complete, will compete to defeat the enemy who put that in play, as the blood of the world of cause that ripped my chest apart, now my best is replaced with the desire to fill that empty space with the blood of the guilty to pour and ore'flow that hole...

You created the nightmare that will haunt the world, one instance of ignorance...

Think thats fair?!

Poetry Written By:

PeoplesPoetryProject

3P aka Choice D. Rhymer

Troyce D. Reimer