Madmen
Depravity speaks through mixed emotion, yearning,
Calling to the noose with its arms stretched out stiff
Rigor mortiis cursed companion, unholy union,
Bar codes etched on the foreheads,
Burned onto the back of the neck
Branded cattle, feeding off of preying retinas
To conspire a neccessary evil,
Dictate this nefarious revolt
Madness redifined through the perceptive sensors
Feed life to strangling roots and the adjoining weeds
Weaved hatred born of blades and calamity,
Father of turmoil,
Mother of turbulence,
Children of harbored hostility and wrath
Defecating the locusts possessed by the black, impersonal daughters of past regrets
Convulse as you ejaculate this anathema into the womb of blinding defeat,
Masking your misanthropy behind unaware confusion,
Through the loins of your Sister Whore...
The mother of our filth and abominations
Lying cold within the asylum walls of your self-deceit and her blatant denial
She has concieved a virus, an eradication of worthy expiration,
Extermination feeds my addiction,
Thorns rip at me from within
To dissect the veil of inhuman screams,
Torured soul, slaves to a fabled tyranizer,
Forever prisoners to the buried realms of the brain's natural fermentation,
Baking in the excretions of scum bred miscreants
To dominate the potency of an overbearing darkness,
And the resulting pariahs long forgotten by sanity and remorse
Tonight, this dies, agitate the aggressor! ! !
poem by Jack Cropes
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