Key's *Gore

by Ian Robert   Sep 20, 2004


I am the master of the hostage situation,
The experienced suicide bomber,
Forgotten many years ago, for blood I lust,
Capture and destroy, my quest to end all human life,
Tear the flesh from the bone, reconstruct the shape into a barbaric monster,
Killer of children, it ran over your innocent animal,
Axe to face, life stoled from me,
Finished like a wounded soldier,
Hearts hung on walls as trophy,
A blender with pieces of organs still living,
Torn fresh from the meat hook,
This corpses seems best,
No more than fifteen years old,
Prime cutlery for this project,
I'm dying to feel life.

Ian Robert Potapof

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