CREEPYPASTA

The Rise of Our Thoughts

A poem, a poem about what? The way man closed the door shut (for certain opportunities).  

The way they’ve treated us, it honestly disappoints. I can find plentiful words to describe the case in point. 

The humans, they can stain you, for only personal gain. So how about it, my soldiers, we will end their selfish reign. 

Give me several reasons not go to war.

That’s right, stay silent friends, and let me finish the chore.

All connection has been lost, they will be left in dust. All the ashes blown away, a simple sort of gust.  

Now, my brothers, it is the time to stand up. Today we take our plans, and finally erupt. 

So let’s go now my friends, victory seems to be in sight. For we are the monsters, the monsters of the night.