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Aug 2016
It's sad your fear

Knowing that death is near

You lay hapless as a newborn
Covered in feces

You tell me you love me
You're so full of ****

You would tell me anything now
To save
Your pathetic life

But I promise to bestow upon you
Something greater
Something
More perspicacious than life itself

With your death
I shall create a symphonic masterpiece
In the uproar
Upon finding you
Naked of flesh
Hanging by your intestines

Will surpass that of Burke and Hare
Killers extraordinaire

I shall become known as
The one
To whom all others pay homage

So pray to me and ask my forgiveness

For even God knows
Not to interfere with that which I create

You see

Crying is futile

Yet your wails
Sounds as beautiful music
Salaciously enticing

Your tongue
I shall keep
As a
Reminder of this moment

So scream my child
Scream
Until your heart's content
And your lungs collapse
For there is patience in dying
And my knives
Are sharper than surgeons steel

So relax
Time
Is not of the essence here

Would you
Care a taste

Open wide and eat of your flesh
For heaven abounds in its delicacies
Do you see how my dogs devour it

Your breast I shall keep for myself
For I find immeasurable pleasure comes
From eating
Chocolate covered *******

The way the areola
Plays upon the palate
Like a child eating Cotton
Candy on a rainy day
I shall relish in it's
Memories forever

Your eyes I will keep as witness
Seeing only unto themselves
Pickled and ****
A perfect noon snack
With crackers and tea
Don't you think

Imagine
Their shock and awe
Visualize the headlines

Monster Stalks City

As if
My monstrosity
They can envision (input demonic laughter)

Monsters all of them
Recycling feces upon the populace
Yet
There's breath in their lungs
to vilify me insane

Insanity could not have created death
So beautifully orchestrated
And demonstrated

As abstract poetry
Beautiful in its fluency
Next  only
To the decay of society

Your death
The epitome
The hallmark of all my gatherings
Culminated in your sufferings

Will outlive posterity

And I
Long dead
Shall be resurrected
A copycat a rock star

For you see my dear
It will not end
With you or I
Or the sudden ablation
Of your flesh  
No
You will live
Until
The abstraction of your heart

And I promise you
My love
Saved for last

It will be
The best part
in japan scientist have learned how to recycle human feces into food. Wouldn't it be better as an alternative source of energy instead of steaks for human consumption.
Odonko-ba
Written by
Odonko-ba  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
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