Hell is empty and all the devils are here,
not far wrong, so quite a thought Shakespeare.
But what if it’s true, that we’re the demons plaguing this world?
With animals running scared as their fearing for the worst.
Thrown into steel cages and snatched from their homes,
wired up in torture chambers and sparked with volts.
Breaking a pig’s neck and slashing a cow’s throat,
a blood soaked floor sprayed away with a hose.
Clip a bird’s wings, it can’t escape if it tries,
What’s the harm? It’s not like it was born to fly.
Until there’s no pulse, now the real fun begins,
get the wood burning and the water b-b-bubbling.
Pick up a rabbit by the feet, skin it with your bare teeth,
or use a knife if you’re lazy, whatever helps you sleep.
We’re demons after all so we don’t really care,
if earth is our home then I say welcome to my lair.
I’ll cut down the last tree and I’ll stamp on the last ant,
if it means I get more explosion compressed into this gas can.
But back to the story, the meats cooking well for surely,
and it smells so good the demon ejaculates prematurely.
But what a sick thought, making killing into a craft,
calling it cooking as if it’s anything more than that.
Standing around the kitchen sharing a drink and a laugh,
while an animal corpse is festering inside your recipe bath.
Sliced and churned and boiled for treat,
organs in our food and blood in our drink.
It’s ridiculous to even contemplate our viciousness,
but oh well fuck it… because chicken is delicious.
HAHA!
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
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Horror in Words
PoetryA small collection of poems and phrases in celebration of the genre that is horror. Always adding new poems and hope to include a few stories also, so keep an eye out. We all love a bit of horror. A big thank you to everyone who has messaged or vot...
