"We're going to war!"
The commander in chief screams
"Get ready everyone!
"Let's tear these humans at their seams"
"Squadron one! Come from behind!
We'll have them all hurting themselves and others by tonight"
"Squadron two! Can you play on repeat?
Bad and embarrassing memories,
we can make them weep and cringe in their seats"
"Squadron three? Do you hear me?
Keep all those insults coming,
we'll stop then in their running"
"Squadron four! Lurk in the shadows,
their dreams will be nightmares, night terrors,
you're one of their biggest foes"
"Squadron five, keep them inside!
Anxiety heightened, they won't be going out, alright?"
"Squadron six, keep creating those depressing thoughts,
you're what we need for them to be caught"
"Squadron seven, come in for the kill,
it's all their fault they didn't take their pills."
"Don't worry! All the other squadrons will wait.
We need a round two, don't we?
We need reinforcements for a second date."
"Now, I know, you don't want to do this.
But they just simply deserve it.
The fates have laid out, our victims through time."
"So we have to do this,
because not fulfilling our duty, is considered a crime."
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Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
