Dead Poet Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Dead Poet




Glory to the bouncers,
Glory to the whistle blowers
And to all, who laid me astray.

I'm the servant of Smogs,
The very forerunner of Tears
Calling all the way from grave!
To the ears of those killers,
Who blinded the sun,
Who joyed in the moon,
Over my long journey...
To the other side.

Tomorrow is a good day,
I shall kill tomorrow today,
They shall all be victims,
Death isn't a sad killer,
But an envious stealer of life;
Both, the royals and the ash;
Life wasting is trendy in hell.

You have depleted trust,
You have ruined nature,
Chaos is upon you today,
Blood is underneath your cup,
Grave is about your best bed
And eternal, you rest in abyss.



©Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
18/08/2018
11: 50pm