A sort of sickness runs through this house.
Closed doors hide a world of lies.
But no longer do I hide in the shadow!
Watch my pale face shine in the sunlight and the glory.
I will hiss like a snake as you cower beneath my feet.
My throne sits, a beauty in the dark.
But the darkness is my weapon, honey, it's a gun.
And you?
Well,
you're standing at the end of the barrel.
The ground will rumble,
signalling death for all,
as I laugh in the depths of my hell.
Bow, then!
Bow
to your foolish hopes.
To your misguided faith.
I will show you true power.
As the world dies off
from its unforgettable sins
- a terrible disease, mind you -
I will sanitize your culture,
rid you of all your horrible antics
that seem to spread like a raging virus.
I did not come into this world
asking for your permission,
so I will not leave it
listening to you beg for forgiveness.
As I walk through the destruction and mayhem
I caused in such little time,
I hear a voice;
a drawn out shout:
'why?'
then a scream.
Oh, I'll tell you why.
I wanted an ounce of respect.
Now I've built a whole bloody kingdom, bitch.
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Written In Verse
Poetry🍪💛Honey and Coco💛🍪: we are doing this thing where we each write a poem and send it to eachother every day.This will help us keep in contact with each other, share our opinions, and gain writing skills :) We decided to document them in this "stor...
