Phil Whittaker

Rookie - 0 Points (27/04/1990 / Birmingham)

Lyfe Spelt Rong - Poem by Phil Whittaker

I murdered a couple more today.

No one can see me, trace my DNA,
Not a soul yet has figured out how to end my killing spree.

I am designed to take out those who inherit me,
So simply found if you just took a look,
Hidden within the lettered code of lifes book.
[ I'm a corupt rung on the helix ladder ]

My faction starts off as one sleeper cell,
A traiterous swine, A judas form hell,
Soon my religion spreads with ease,
The white blood centurians are not aware of disease,
I came from Adam, just like Eve,
Some proclaim me a trick from Lucifer in God's leave,
My very existance threatens Intelligent Design,
Why would thy lord create me for im purely a crime.

Now in the fourth and final stage,
Modern science has detected me in this cage,
Alas too late! to save you from my hitlist,
You've already got a tumour or two, maybe a cyst,
Again I've spread my deadly coruption deep,
Only a few months since I awoke from my sleep,
So many I've cloned, to be just like me,
In their brains, heart and family tree,
You may find it odd my following do not vary,
But when you find out my truth it's scary,
As before the clue is hidden in my lettering and lines,
My mutants have now doubled too many times,
Only a few hours left, a day at the most,
We will soon claim your life my host,
For if you haven't guessed yet, I'm the killer cancer,
But young, old, rich or poor, your nothing now but a stiff in the morgue.


Comments about Lyfe Spelt Rong by Phil Whittaker

  • (5/9/2006 6:56:00 PM)


    Original and terrifying. I have a lump on my finger thats growing by the day...........

    Love, Fran xx
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  • (5/9/2006 5:54:00 PM)


    such imagery...wow, its awe inspiring to say the least, i enjoyed it alot (yay for morbid poems! ! ! : P)
    keep up the good work, ~dana~
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  • (5/9/2006 3:52:00 PM)


    You like the idea of killing things, don't you? My friend has a cyst and there's nothing wrong with her; she's just eccentric like me. It's funny how DNA can determine how/ who we are. I saw that thing about the killer gene on the news- genetics fascinates me. Keep up the good work :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 9, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 10, 2006


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