See, Father
Look what I did
The data and numbers
Tell where they live
Mothers and brothers
Sisters and wives
All waiting there to silently die
We will find them
I just did
The crimson fire
Let him in
Father knows
Father shows
Father loves me
Yes, I know
I shall gather all I know
Show the men
The horror show
You cannot escape
From crimson fire
Be good and quickly expire
Father, Father, can't you see?
Father, are you proud of me?
I destroyed the enemy
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Eating his Christmas pie,
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum
And said "What a good boy am I!"
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
