Killers, killers
Killers think that what they’re doing is right
Always wanting to start a fight
Thinking that that’s a way to show they’re strong
Encouraging people to follow along
Showing that the others deserve to die
And oh... who cares if they weep and cry
That’s a symbol of their weakness, they’d say
Having full pleasure as they walk away
Leaving all those families with no hope to survive
And leaving no expectations for a child to stay alive
They’d walk amongst the others and laugh with full joy
Not caring if they’ve killed a man or even a little boy
They’d destroy every house around
Demolishing it entirely to the ground
They’d think that they had finally reached the top
While the others don’t know when they’ll finally stop.
Nice choice of words and rhyming! Thats pretty much how i see a killers mind
hey i like your poems they r really good. and this one i like most...
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I would like to translate this poem
honestly... a killers mind doesn't work that way.. I'm thinking that your thinking more along the lines of a bully, not a killer. A killer is disturbed. Hes not killing the people because he thinks hes better then them. The motive of the killer is usually very abstract and hard to understand....