The Purger. Poem by Peter Vealey

The sun was up.
I am coming after you!
Yeh!
I'm the Purger.
All the roads of destruction,
Are soon to be mine.
The military, the constitution,
(Feds!)and those liberal loony democrats.
Even The Illuminati!
All will beg for forgiveness,
From you.
Pretending to be me.
Always me, always me!
Beg, beg, beg,
For my honourable life to survive always!
Beg, beg, beg, for your miserable existence,
To continue,
While I decide,
On my "normality hols"