Influence Poem by moemedi lynx magoro

I met influence standing at the corner with a bunch of young dudes/
He said he spoke to them and they accepted him in their crew/
Cause when he spoke people saw he was cool/
He turned around and said join us as I show you how I influenced john our leader as he acted a fool/
He is the beast that I wanted to unleash a long time ago, well to say the least his a killing tool/
Last time I spoke to him I sent tingling shivers down his cerebellum to make him loose his balanced cool/
He wanted to kill a man who made him look like a fool/
He drew 1st blood and almost killed him like a mull/
He sat down on the beam like he was sitting on a stool/
To contemplate how he would shut the lights out this fool/
Deep meditation he went that was his rule/
To think things over and turn off the blood bath movie he had witnessed in his younger years like he did back in school/
He wanted to torture him like sand was tortured by the underlying movement of monsters that lived and drilled holes in an effort to make it rich for new roots and shoots of scavenger plants that continue the way of life/
To Pierce deep shapes of arrogance into his physical appearance deeper than a knife/
Influence laughed as he blew the trumpet of grief and disbelief and sat back and lite a spliff like a demon influencing a thief/
John didn't believe what he was about to do he tried to blind his thoughts with an effort to jump off a cliff/
He went to the guys house and did what he was thinking in disbelief/
Grabbed him outta bed and tied him as he stood back and pulled out cocaine from his left back pocket and took a sniff/
The victim was shaking in his P.J's as his heart wrote songs of sorrow on a hiroglif/
Betrayed by his god from not protecting him from this spineless thief/
He cried and made noise but too bad cause his mouth was shut with pins of torture and therefore the more he screamed was the more pain he felt with no relief/
John screamed at him with fury and slowly cut off his fingers with a five star knife/
John said do you remember having sex with that hot body milf/
That was my one and only begotten wife/
The victim screaming and tearing off his pins pinned to the skin of his mouth as he slowly reached to the world of the dead with knowledge of it being the end of his life/
As blood flowed along the bedroom passage to the living room like a slaughter house of beef/
His body slowly going numb as he was electrocuted by john while his body and soul lifted up like a leaf/
Life flashed before his eyes and he saw a white light in disbelief/
As slowly his life was put to an end by a man acting a thief/
That's when influence showed me that he was powerful enough to influence goodness to also jump off a cliff/