SO! I just came back from Miami and I missed all you bastards. So I'm gonna type up my sick, twisted poems. Two of them are all... anti-christ-like. O.o It kind of made me feel bad...These poems are mine. Don't try to steal them. I will ******** find you and sue your a**.
Children
The children went out to play
With a fire burning on this fine day.
The children did not know
Their graves would soon be near.
The fire took them with a blow
Their screams you did not hear.
Little Anna on the swing
Would never be the same.
The burning blaze would surely bring
A tombstone with her name.
If you manage to hear their yell
Please do not fret.
For a terrible trip to hell
Is what these children get.
Of course they'll suffer in agony
But no one will care.
This may seem like a tragedy
But God's joy is enough to spare.
Our dear savior isn't as great
As one would think he was.
To send these children to their fate
Is a crucifix-worthy cause.
With a fire burning on this fine day.
The children did not know
Their graves would soon be near.
The fire took them with a blow
Their screams you did not hear.
Little Anna on the swing
Would never be the same.
The burning blaze would surely bring
A tombstone with her name.
If you manage to hear their yell
Please do not fret.
For a terrible trip to hell
Is what these children get.
Of course they'll suffer in agony
But no one will care.
This may seem like a tragedy
But God's joy is enough to spare.
Our dear savior isn't as great
As one would think he was.
To send these children to their fate
Is a crucifix-worthy cause.
The Girl In Lace
Despite the blackness of the night,
the moon shone brightly with all it's might.
A little girl in lace,
stood with an unhurried grace.
A stone angel towered above,
along with a demon wearing a black glove.
The demon's smile was bland,
it held a wilted flower in it's gloved hand.
"Dear girl," the demon said with a glower,
"why are you out at this ungodly hour?"
The girl in lace lowered her head.
"My mother has long been dead."
The wilted flower dropped on the ground,
and the demon simply stood, making no sound.
The girl in lace bent down,
ruffling her little white gown.
She picked up the wilted flower,
but her gesture became sour.
For the demon held a knife,
and quickly ended her life.
With the angel towering above her head,
the girl in lace became stained with red.
the moon shone brightly with all it's might.
A little girl in lace,
stood with an unhurried grace.
A stone angel towered above,
along with a demon wearing a black glove.
The demon's smile was bland,
it held a wilted flower in it's gloved hand.
"Dear girl," the demon said with a glower,
"why are you out at this ungodly hour?"
The girl in lace lowered her head.
"My mother has long been dead."
The wilted flower dropped on the ground,
and the demon simply stood, making no sound.
The girl in lace bent down,
ruffling her little white gown.
She picked up the wilted flower,
but her gesture became sour.
For the demon held a knife,
and quickly ended her life.
With the angel towering above her head,
the girl in lace became stained with red.
Clown
Clowns will always know,
how to make a child laugh.
But where does the joy go,
when the clown is cut in half?
This poor clown is not to blame,
for the loss of his life.
No one ever called his name,
to warn him of the knife.
The girl that stood behind him,
was never really aware,
her presence would make things dim,
would give everyone a scare.
She was working on machinery,
and had little time to scoff,
when the machine became cutlery,
and chopped the clown's torso off.
A little girl screamed in despair,
her eyes wide in surprise,
the clown's blood got in her hair,
as well as in a man's eyes.
Despite what you may have believed,
this clown actually did deserve,
to be terribly cleaved,
for Satan he will now serve.
how to make a child laugh.
But where does the joy go,
when the clown is cut in half?
This poor clown is not to blame,
for the loss of his life.
No one ever called his name,
to warn him of the knife.
The girl that stood behind him,
was never really aware,
her presence would make things dim,
would give everyone a scare.
She was working on machinery,
and had little time to scoff,
when the machine became cutlery,
and chopped the clown's torso off.
A little girl screamed in despair,
her eyes wide in surprise,
the clown's blood got in her hair,
as well as in a man's eyes.
Despite what you may have believed,
this clown actually did deserve,
to be terribly cleaved,
for Satan he will now serve.
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