The Sentiments Of A Murderer Poem by Raymond Cabrera

Thou emit the noble lines the poet could write,
Thy resistance against the sly government,
And where thee laid thy rebellious fight;
Which given lives, weep and sob on torment,
An undying war from day to closing night.

Thou on whose bloody stream of slimy red,
The demur thee felt on perspire thou hadst shed
On a battlefield, thy hatred; heart’s frenzy,
Influenced of multitudes, stricken by mutiny.

Those demise will quenched thy thirst for blood,
Oh great murderer, I owe to you this decent ode.
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Thou intent to raise a seed of vile annihilation,
Of thy deeds; manslaughter or murder;
For beside my revenge o’er mortification,
Thy motives so cruel shall end no longer,
Thee who didst awaken my frantic passion.

The menace that engrave upon my very soul,
Within thy stern heart appear to kill or brawl,
For thee hast that fury or extreme anger,
Seem to cry or weep in façade of a stranger.

Let this poem be a potent remedy to thy curse;
Help thee by the solemn incantation of this verse.







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Take me within the beneath of thy devilish core,
So I can assist thee, express thy tardy protest
We’ll scream thy conscience when plague is sore;
Heart’s sentiment, where do good desires rest,
This mayst open to thee the heavenly door.

Someday wishes to slay will fade, desires be frost,
Thou uncovered the right path from being lost,
Thee will change; from wicked thou shall be good;
My reverence towards thee will be forever still stood.

A heavy weight of hours hast changed thee and bowed,
A murderer like thee; loving, keen and be proud.