My bones are collecting dust sitting in this coffin all alone. Buried alive from the people's fear of insanity. Unable to contain the monster I've kept locked inside, it broke free, sending splinters of wood in every direction. Piercing the hearts of devils and giving shelter to the innocent. It dropped atomic bombs on the mass numbers of criminals and trapped them in toxic fumes. It brought down the sword upon intruders whose poisoned hands left their mark on naked temples. It drowned the filthy, who raised an iron fist, in the tears of the abused. And it's voice rolled through the hills creating a silence so loud, the guilty screamed in agony, as their necks were crush and their bodies burned.
Justice will be served.
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Dear Nobody
Poetry||Trigger Warning|| I write for no one and for everyone. I write the poetry that stung my tongue and poisoned my air. I write the poetry that tasted of sweet nectar and smelled of roses. I write for the past, for the future, and for the present I...
