I got you at gunpoint and all you say is stupidity;
Being near death doesn’t animate your lucidity
Plead for your life,
Don’t be afraid to forsake your humility!
I bet you’ve wondered if the heavenly plane has validity
But, it doesn’t, your grave will be the last adjacent facility.
Ever since I put my eye on you, I knew we had fated affinity
I watched you for months, pacing myself with complacent docility
Tactically calculating the exact moment to create this hostility.
When I finally struck, know that I was very patient, my pretty thing.
I knew you’ll be alone in that cold vacant basement you’re living in.
You’re a tough one… I have to say I praise your abilities
Here I thought you were made with fragility.
I crave your nobility, but I’m afraid I’m taint in toxicity.
Hush now, you stupid creature, I know you hate me abysmally!
Though I love you, I need to treat you like an animal in captivity;
Desirous poacher wishing to strip and skin the valuable for amenities.
Unconsciously via your expressions I see your animus speak soliloquy;
Homilies that speak on why humanity is insatiable for malignancy,
Poetry renders us metaphorically as diabolical cannibals since antiquity.
I know I need to dispose of you, but you smell so fragrant it’s sickening.
Don’t you hate it when what was supposed to be basic turns Interesting?
My little fledgling you’ll soon be another nascent form slithering
Back into nothingness; embrace the shapeless face that cripples men.
You will know a state that predated your nipple rings,
Desiccating the flesh around your breast, engraving your reckoning
Forsaking your trust in what’s not God is the ailment of simpletons;
The signature nature plaguing the symptomless
The same corporeal delusions driving the Corinthians
The beastly leviathan that lies inside their meridians.
I won’t harm you, my dear; until you can listen to oblivion.
Only then will I deliver you to the mineral dominion,
Ah! The twinkle in your eye proves you’re finally ready.
But, I’ve grown fond of you, you’ve ideally let me
Into your heart. So how about I make you into my living doll?
Mutilating any aspect that will keep you from being loved,
You’ve tasted, felt, heard, and seen enough.
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