Hate
Hate
The circumference of my problems equals to the volume of hatred
towards the people on my list
None of this can be solved since the equation doesn't exist
I cursed those people through my own special omen
None of them has any class like a year full of school closings
A scrape of pain
A brush with death
Snatch every organ out of their body til there is nothing left
Let there blood ooze down the wall of despair
Then their souls dissipate right in mid air
Take away their families, first and unborn seeds
Leave their naked and lifeless bodies buried beyond the weeds
Sacrifice their intellectual being
For the devil's work of art because of their sinful believing
I don't want to have anything to do with their meaning less crew
They say keep my enemies closer but I'll rather get rid of them too
My hate for them fly’s higher than the worlds smartest bird
My hate for them is so dire that I can't even describe it in words
I want to crucify them
Then reveal my Islamic truth
That I don't believe the past, so praying to or for them is no use
Killing them is the only way that I will have fun
So let it be written, so let it be done
They are no longer in demand so they can't be bossy
I am not a Fugee so I can not Kill them softly
I want all their lives to come to a end
Cuz the people that I'm talking about are my friends
Tylee Martin
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Submitted on February 24, 2011
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
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Words | 268 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 27, 3 |
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