The Curse.The Gift.....A Dark Poem Poem by Shaun Cronick

Oh wayward child!
Oh malevolent son!
What's happened now?
What damage done?


To hurt, to devastate and to kill,
Is your true, unrelenting, evil Curse.
Seed heartache and mourning, you distill,
Enjoying this darkness, you willingly immerse.


This time you've gone way too far.
You've taken young lives by the score.
Your protests can't repair my reproach,
I must act swiftly, to save many more.


Such malice! Such evil! I vilify!
My years of teachings, to no avail.
It's for the best, that you now die,
For all the innocents, now cold and pale.


My Gift to you,
Is only death.
It shall be slow,
You'll gasp for breath.


This Gift of life, I've given you,
This Gift of life, I now take from you.
It's for the slain, don't wonder why,
I now end your life, with no goodbye.

The deed is done,
All is well.
Your soul forever,
Rots in Hell!

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