Be the first
I want to play on your screams,
dance atop your beats and dreams.
I want to rule over all of you,
and create my earthly twisted view.
I loaded the gun, it's gonna be loud,
and it will draw in an onlooking crowd.
Help me create my earthly dream,
now honey, you may loudly scream.
Be the first blood on the wall,
and be the first of many to fall.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 27th, 2025 11:20
- Comment from author about the poem: When I notice the devil in my stare, this is some of the thoughts that come.
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Comments1
Sounds like the words of a mass murderer. Psychopathic, not to angry just looking for a good time
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