Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
MikhaelPoems
I want to be a war machine I want to rupture spleens with a gleam from my eye I want to spread suffering in lines waiting for lies, just in time to ignite a stupendous sight in one phone call I want the call to arms to be in the alarms of emergency vehicles I want the residual survivors slaughtered after given my word as to the **** of every daughter in my New America I want to just stare at ya as you plead to be spared Beheaded and laughed upon, kicked down the stairs I want to judge you Smother you in your filth In your guilt I want to starve your kids with empty ingredients I want to **** on my **** and smear it in your ears while beating it I want to stare in each and every eye, as it dies with the burning sky in its frame I want to scream the names of the slain, from burning castle walls and call, for lost love to return in the squirm of man I want to demand, flesh from the best of the best, in a contest against the peasants I want to topple your towers down, in tickling sounds, from trumpets bound in space I want to spit in your face, drown you in doubts and smack you awake I want to decimate your graves, and from the tenth left make, toilets for my torturers, in sweltered pits of **** remains I want the world to shake in the hunger pains, of every fat ****** with burrito stains in his lingerie I want to serenade an angelic raid, on your made up play, of plastic soldiers eaten by animatronic vultures, as I smolder the beaten toys on the floor And I want Really really want More
0
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
Dream a lil
I want to be a war machine I want to rupture spleens with a gleam from my eye I want to spread suffering in lines waiting for lies, just in time to ignite a stupendous sight in one phone call I want the call to arms to be in the alarms of emergency vehicles I want the residual survivors slaughtered after given my word as to the **** of every daughter in my New America I want to just stare at ya as you plead to be spared Beheaded and laughed upon, kicked down the stairs I want to judge you Smother you in your filth In your guilt I want to starve your kids with empty ingredients I want to **** on my **** and smear it in your ears while beating it I want to stare in each and every eye, as it dies with the burning sky in its frame I want to scream the names of the slain, from burning castle walls and call, for lost love to return in the squirm of man I want to demand, flesh from the best of the best, in a contest against the peasants I want to topple your towers down, in tickling sounds, from trumpets bound in space I want to spit in your face, drown you in doubts and smack you awake I want to decimate your graves, and from the tenth left make, toilets for my torturers, in sweltered pits of **** remains I want the world to shake in the hunger pains, of every fat ****** with burrito stains in his lingerie I want to serenade an angelic raid, on your made up play, of plastic soldiers eaten by animatronic vultures, as I smolder the beaten toys on the floor And I want Really really want More
Mikhael
Written by
Mikhael
American
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem