Poetry - A collection of my finest poems

Hatred

I can smell their blood fill the air, as the flames of my redemption burn.

Truly this was an act of God, since in His omnipotence He could not see it fit to save them

But how could He; when my wrath knew no quell, as to newborn's tears.

Perhaps it was fate that they die, giving way for a new generation.

Let their blood pave the way for wars in my name

Let the wars burn a trench for the true evolution of man

Let them claw their way to the hellish future I built for them

And let's us bask in the glorious dystopia that even He shall regret

For when He created me, He created the means to His end

I will be the one true evil, the embodiment of man's greatest victory.

The war against love and the triumph of hate

Let it be known that one man would stand and declare war on all peace

The skies shall boil with His legions blood

The earth shall quake with His children's cries.

And they shall die with only one thing on their lips

"Forgive me for I have sinned. I have love when I should hate."