Beneath the rotted starry sky,
Lay a bubbling peutred sty
It's mud pits bloated, it's stench too great
The fetid mass there swelled with hate.
It's bowels released, it's surface tore
Unleashed a beast fit to abhore.
It's life was secretments of mankinds
Lust for death they never find.
This gore crazed creature, free to roam,
left it's wretched primal home
Crawling 'cross the burning earth
The beast plagued man, with hatred's girth
Paying no heed to humans worth
It tore flesh and bone, reversing birth
At last in America, it came to slay.
But people there would not play
The hideous creature spawned from the myre,
Now watches TV, now retired.
On it's stoop, I once did stand,
In hopes of seeing something grand
but when the tall doors locks released
I saw a man, not a beast.
Inquiring on the man's old ways
All he had was this to say
"I feel no need to kill again,
So I just sit and stare.
The cops, the dope, the wars, the pope,
I just don't fucking care.
These rotten rodents, high and low
Prentend they aren't the same.
But this life they live, they love, they loathe,
It's just a fucking game.
To smash their little escapades
killing, maiming for decades
crush their homes, their games, their graves
Is, indeed the life I crave
But on that sullen judgement day
when man demanded I not slay
I noticed something, it was a shame,
I, as god, am just as lame."
I then left the monsters home,
The words were not ignored
This faulty flesh and brittle bone,
can easily be tore.
But living things, are always sods,
be them humans, bugs, or gods.
The end, is all we we all crave,
no matter how our path is paved
But all we do is sit and wait
For whatver thing may be our fate.
I'm not TOO worried about you shedding.
