My soul is mad; so upset at all that happen Such a bitch and such a trick, blame it on me, my captain My work is stolen, such a wonderful piece THos that took what wasn't theirs shall have no peace For as my soul enrages, so does my anger May God have pity and mercy on them for they are in such great danger So as they may run, they shall be caught And as a mortal is to learn, she must be taught A lesson of pain and hurt far from and mortal can stand All this shall be accomplished by my super-natural hand With a movement of my finger, and a flicker of a hair I will, with no remorse, send them flying inot the air But when will this hatered end, so powerful and with hunger As the things do, my soul can no longer hold back any longer Foras the others thrive in pain, my sould shall have a feast For those aweful people, with trust I gave, inside me escapes the beast I can no longer hold back, my strength is weakened Gee, I hope to them this does not offend As I rip out their hearts and savor the flavor I shall be, with confidence in my voice, call out a favor To help me destroy such a pitiful race, that women live As they broke a vow and as I will give Such a hand full and mind full of pain and torture For their lives shall evermore change in the near future............
Reason for writing:
I was on a retreat with some buddies and I decided to rewrite my poems and when I got to one of my other poems ed She, my buddies and I went out to smoke for a bit, and when I got back my copy of She was missing. And that night while we were gone, some girls in our group ransacked our room and misplaced things in our room, including, taking my poem. After about an hour of searching and threatening, I wrote this poem and after the girls saw it they stayed awy for a while.......needless to say I did not hold in my emotions that night.
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