Poem of Murder And Revenge

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Poem Of Murder and Revenge

You knew this was coming.

Passing  through an Eight inch  thick wall of steel like it was cotton candy.

Seein’ 360 degrees all at once realizing your point of view was no longer a point but a circle.

Giving up the Ghost like you was the host of a dinner party  where all the guests look just like

You at different stages of life, from boyhood to manhood,  all  a them   speaking back and forth in a language you never heard

Before, Kinda like  in tongues but not fake like speaking in tongues tends to be for filling a damn collection plate.

Murdering language as a way of getting even, call it revenge if you want,  for all the years of pain and sorrow and living hell

And the fucking ecstasy just around the corner.

You hear a loud party going on all you need

Is a password and a nice outfit. Your not allowed in naked so don't even try.

Learn how to dance motherfucker. Learn how to make conversation motherfucker,

because there’s gonna be a whole Lotta getting up to speed, and I ain't talking speed of light. I'm talking speed of thought and then some.

Now I seen the damn instruction manual. It got names like Bible Koran, Book of The Dead, I Ching, but

Sorry girls and boys you was smoked.

Damn you was smoked good you killed each other about it and that wasn’t ever the worst of it.

You where where sucking wind and cock and the bottle and joints thinking it was gonna get you

There and you ended up smack dab in the middle of NOTHING SPECIAL  with your head spinning like the Exorcist

Chick.

So , now here you are with you kazoo and party hat and that’s a damn good start case I ain't talking about

Grubbing around in the dirt no more. There ain't no motherfucking trees where you going and I guaranfuckingtee you mothafucka

Won’t be missing Mother Nature. Those days are over mother fucker. Your bound for Magic. The kinda magic you can touch.

DEH