The Ghost Of Pain Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Take your given credit and just shove it.
I'm sorry but that's murder with a pen my friend.
Like spilling a cup of coffee on a brand new page.
But that doesn't happen to often this day and age.
Instead it is all written through electronic foot prints.
Strokes of keys to infinity.
Claiming ownership of anything and everything.
A profit must be made.
If your the second to come up with it.
It is just too bad.
Their will be a wall you can't get past.
You crack the code and there will cuffs on the other end.
The hanging will happen without your notice.
An imagination pumping them out so fast.
Lets see if some of these monkeys are up for the task.
The thought process itself they will soon have.
A craving for a world full of slaves.
Naked and labouring among one another under one man.
Above them hangs a guillotine just waiting.
He will keeps the heads as his trophy to remind anyone who would even try and dare undermined his rule how they would die.
Fierce and unrelenting as the whips relentlessly causes their skin to bleed.
Like a dogs he mushes their work right along so he can line his pockets with the fruits they bare.
Make a false claim under his name.
And nobody questions him cause they can't.
Once and forever silenced by their blasphemous tongues.
One by one nails are driven in his hunting lodge where just for the sport of it he kills them for fun.
He baths in the blood, sweat, tears, and fears.
The men who surround him say cheers as the enjoy the special favours given.
Just continue keep them in check.
Trust me nothing bad will happen.
Put them down when necessary.
Kill their entire family mentally, physically and financially.
Engulf there world in horror.
And point to others to blame.
These scapegoats are puppets on his strings.
When one take a fall another one just pops to replenish the ranks.
This bush has many roses.
Hidden underneath lies many thorns.
There sharp be forewarned.
Who will be next one to to put his hands upon them.
It's another attempt at grabbing air as if you actually could.
The ghost of pain written upon someone else's name.