a million men rushed in,
one walked out.
his blade like a red candied lolly.
in his wake ,the silhouette of the grim reaper
has the apocalypse arrived?
if so is this man death himself?
more rushed in,more were swatted like flies
the shogun cowered in fear
the army was in disarray .
out of the chaos walked a mere child,
walked over to the red mist.
pulled out a katana,
tempered from the blood of a god .
swung,popped the mans's head like a pimple.
the child turned to the shogun and said,
'he aint death.he's dead.'

hair colored green and spiked up
crinkled shirt,dried blood stains his uniform
walks like a sloth passing of as a man.
stares at anyone that dares to meet his eyes,
t'was only last week he did the whole school in.
the kids speak in hushed tones around him.
this man beast,powered by a rage unexplained
sets out to ravage another school.
studying is for the weak
he plans to travel the world on the might of his fists.

dame done died,went to hell
evil hag was she
ended up ******* the devils pecker
for a pound'o coke and loose change.

satan walked up ,got his knobs gargled
she was ******* her way through hell.
the devil king,
impressed with the chasm
that was her mouth
replaced lust with her.
now dame is one of the sins.
she gone done us proud.

i took a step back to admire my work.
it was  dawn and the house shone.
wasn't the charlatan sun,was the matches.

the smell of the burnt wood aroused me.
was it the macabre pleasure of becoming despair itself?

i have become a grim reaper,for i have long shed my earthly shackles.
despair as my inexorable presence crushes your very existence.