A Dream Poem by Ornithopetra priamus

I dream of a parallel world, where I'm a warrior, an assassin...
I wipe out the dirt, the unworthy, the filth...
I'm the keeper of the universe, the equaliser.
Touch that animal, and you're dead...
My weapon is a revolver, yes, I'm an old_school like that.
I shed tears far at night, over the corpses of my victims,
Thinking...
Why does the world have to be like this?
Why did you create mankind, I ask Him.
My dress is the color of the night, I wear my mama's boots.
Wear them girl, and it'll take you to heavens, my mama used to say.
I cut my hair short, why? 'Cause they say I shan't...
Yes, I'm a rebel, and I'm violent.
I know not of kindness, I know not it's purpose.
I kill, and then spit on their graves.
I know of love, though.
It's exclusive, it's not for you.
It's for that moose you kill.
So when comes the night, then Comes Me, the saint, the killer, the keeper of beavers.
I live in the jungle, with wee giant beings...