BLOODY HANDS
With the storm you stir up in people's lives,
The turmoil you cause are like freaks on the loose with knives,
Coupled with the agony you instill forcefully into your victims' minds,
How do you live life with so much blood on your hands?
You take willingly like the inevitable,
Act in ways that would portray you as being invincible,
Unmoved by the pity of your helpless victims,
How then do you live with the guilt of shattering their various dreams?
Sorrows and wailings are all you're good at,
The heartlessness you possess is always a major fact,
With the distress of making others tread life's hardest path,
How do feel living with that much hate in your heart?
Thirsty for pain with the lust for blood,
The architect of distress swings its sword,
Prowess and facts becomes a topic,
The incessant splattering of blood compares to nothing more but gothic.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
PoesiaBLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE is a poetry collection about rare opinions on the reality, truth, and fiction surrounding the mysterious existence of life. As the author of this masterpiece, my theoretical knowledge explains my comprehension on the highs and...
