Submissions by Joewaynejoe

COMITH

It's still coming
Of that I have no doubt
Rabid and foaming
He pushes his mount

He came from the ground
Ashamed of the sky
To plunder and pillage
It wants you to die

No pity  nor shame
It's owed to him
By birth right  alone
Nevermind his name

So take and knee
Bow your head
Partake  in my flesh
Your  Daily bread

Life is so meaningness
Damp and awkward
Effort so senseless
Disappointment like clockwork

I wonder when it was
That I lost my Grit
Why the all thesepieces
That refuse to fit

Is it payback for Deeds
Gone unpunished
Slaughter and Theft
as i dug through the rubbish

Never before have I revealed my madness
Are described to the world my infinite sadness
All these Twisted thoughts
To be received and sent
I am omnipotent
But wretched and bent
That's what my sickness does for me
That's how the devil set me free