i see a long line made of lunatic, inebriate saints— chanting orisons with their haloes and white robes— racing to the sea screaming and preaching— exchanging blows for the blood of the ******— illuding one another for the salvation they thirst— saying, i am one to ascend the divine nirvana.
am i now a heathen? for orisons should not pierce the ears— yet i am dead sick thus i pray for and on my own— for the guts to try ending the hellish havoc.
and when i finally screamed sets of vile eyes, fangs and weapons— smiled at me.
this is what happened to my country right now. for this one has a sensitive theme to it, i'll leave it to your own interpretation. written for the first prompt 'Halo' of November Hall of Poetry challenge on LINE app.
To the past I dwell These past few days I haven't been feeling well I hope you're doing fine cause even though ever since I fell I'm the one suffering in this one heck of a **** I still want you to be at peace and in complete harmony
Lightening and thunder my favourite weather. Sat upon my hellish throne dad's bones litter my home. I had him killed; now I'm the hellish king...
Servants bow to me it's as delicious as a delicacy the way they beg for mercy at the slightest mention of anarchy. I laugh as chaos erupts, so abrupt and they scream...
War is my ultimate favourite riding, rising on tides of flame and meteorite. The way they run blind to truth that they'll never escape the enclosing roof. **** is now above as well as below it was always eventually going to grow.
Lava burns through the cracked broken rock; a barrage of meteorites sudden and severe lock the unsuspecting people of Earth still. "Between a rock and a hard place still?" I ask from my throne of bones; chuckling and marvelling at the hope humans hone.
Just a continuation to Anarchy that adds a little something to the original - Peter
The likes of you I can't describe, Yet I love to eat between your thighs. The melody you spake to me Unfolds my greatest sovereignty. I crave to quaff all of your spit, And swallow every drop of it. Don't cheat me of your tasty flesh, Those bare and supple ****** *******, Your eyes that follow my firm gaze, While we kiss and lick and misbehave. I need to feel each piece of skin, Smashing girl and boy parts over and over again. It's such a treat to eat you whole; I'm obsessed with eating 19-year-olds.